LIVE! June 13th 2022
FROM Barclays Center
In Brooklyn, NY
~Fireworks shoot off as our screen opens up to the Barclay’s Center in Brooklyn, New York. The camera pans around the arena showing thousands of screaming fans before finally settling at our announce desk with Jones and Hood~
Jones: Welcome everyone to Monday Night Massacre! Today is Monday, June 13th 2022.
Hood: THE YEAR OF OUR SAVIORS THADDEUS AND SAHARA DUKE 2022! AMEN!
Jones: Yes Mr. Hood, last week on the Monday June, 6th version of Massacre we had a surprising realization.
Hood: OUR PRAYERS WERE ANSWERED! THADDEUS DUKE HAS ARRIVED!
Jones: And the man behind the Golden Phone was indeed former OCW Savage Champion Thaddeus Duke, and as the 51% majority owner of the company through his Lions Guard Entertainment company, Marcus Welsh is gone, and there are new players in power.
Hood: Sayonara asshole.
Jones: And here in as little as two weeks we head out to Lancaster, Pennsylvania for Reformation!
Hood: Amish chicks are weird.
Jones: Nobody cares Hood, we’ll see the number one contendership for the OCW Title fought over in a Prison Yard Match! TMZ will defend the Tag Team Titles!
Hood: TransAtlantic Championship match between Cypher and Dangerous Dan!
Jones: The Craze Championship will be defended in a match between Crash Rodriguez and Tamika Strader.
Hood: One of our newest members, and one of my favorite members of the roster Jace Parker-Davidson challenges for the Savage Championship against our champion Dylan Thomas and Amick Dogeron
Jones: And the OCW Championship match Plethora vs TLS!
Hood: BUT WHO CARES WHAT HAPPENS IN TWO WEEKS! We have a lot going on tonight here on Massacre! Thad could be in the building! Sahara! Jace!
Jones: Tonight on Massacre we have a crazy main event for you on free television. BRIM versus Veronica Strader in a Steel Cage…
~Over the PA system a snare drum and dueling guitars start up. An enormous field of grain comes into view on the OCWTron while an American Flag begins to fade into view as “Rain On The Scarecrow” by John ‘Cougar’ Mellencamp continues on playing~
Scarecrow on a wooden cross blackbird in the barn
~A giant man in American Flag overalls and an I <3 New York t-shirt emerges from the back. The fans absolutely do not care, but Garry ‘Ray-Ray’ Nelson isn’t perturbed~
Jones: Oh look one of our newcomers Garry Nelson!
Hood: Oh get this idiot out of here, he’s a moron, look at him!
Jones: What is he doing?
Hood: I think he’s just staring off into outer space.
Rain on the scarecrow blood on the plow
~The big man begins clapping his enormous hand to the beat, then starts air guitaring his way to the ring while the fans at least giggle along at the air guitar performance~
Jones: Garry ‘Ray-Ray’ Nelson is here for a good time folks! That’s clear!
Hood: Kill me. Actually kill me. Like shoot me in the head. Is there a gun here? Holy shit we’re in New York City, I’m going to have to drive four hours to get outside of the city and actually find someone willing to put one in my brainbox.
~Ray-Ray picks up a microphone from someone at ringside before sliding into the ring. He points around the arena like people actually care that he’s there. He climbs to the second turnbuckle awkwardly and lets out some type of Kentucky roar that really confuses everyone before coming back down to the middle of the ring~
Garry ‘Ray-Ray’ Nelson: HEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOO BROOKLYN!
~The crowd gives Garry a very lukewarm, barely audible response as Garry looks absolutely THRILLED people acknowledged him at all~
GRRN: You know, this is mah favorite city in the whole union ta come on up and visit. Ya’ll are just so nice ta me, always bein’ real nice and cordial and polite. I’ve had a great experience in New York when I came up here ta this city ta meet my dearest… most fantastic… most wonderful… best ever… unreal nice… incredibly generous… maestro of magnificence…
Hood: God, I know this idiot now. He’s twitter friends with Thad.
GRRN: THADASAURUS REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEX!
~The shrieking of the ‘E’ in Rex, and probably all of the positive mentions of Thad Duke caused the crowd to explode in boos. Garry looks absolutely shocked and whirls around away from the camera and shouts into the crowd off the microphone~
GRRN: HE OFFERED TA BUY ME A BOAT!
DUUUUUUUUUUUU!
GRRN: He’s a good man!
DUUUUUUUUUUUU!
Jones: What do you think now?
Hood: He’s still an idiot.
GRRN: I mean… I dunno what ta say here… lets umm… lets talk ‘bout that next thing or somethin’.
~Garry frantically stutters and stammers through his words as he tries to do something else. He looks around, distraught, but eventually the bourbon kicks in and he tears off the I <3 New York shirt as the crowd increases booing. Ray-Ray adjusts his suspenders, making sure they never touch the ground and turns back to the crowd~
GRRN: FUCK THIS CITY! FUCK NEW YORK! FUCK ALL OF YOU! FUCK THIS PLACE! FUCK KEVIN DURANT HE COULDN’T HOLD BIRD’S JOCKSTRAP! FUCK JAY-Z! AND FUCK BEYONCE! FUCK EVERYTHING BUT THE STATUE OF LIBERTY! You fuckin’ pigs, Thad Duke is a great man! He’s a member of the Three Musketeers! He’s married to a lovely woman Sahara! He’s the best friend a small town boy from Kentucky could ever have!
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Hood: NOW HE’S MAKING SENSE JONES!
Jones: He didn’t hear the fans chanting for Thad!
GRRN: You prolly like those other idiots in that Prison Yard match too. A bunch of fuckin’ morons if I’ve ever seen ‘em, a bunch of goons who can hardly spell their own name. Bunch of fuckin’ goonie lookin’ idiots. One of these morons is an emperor! CAN YOU BELIEVE THIS AN EMPEROR! Someone else thinks they could rule everything besides Thad!
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
GRRN: WELL LEMME TELL YA SOMETHIN’ FANCY EMPEROR FELLER! I’M GONNA SHOW YOU WHAT AN EMPIRE REALLY LOOKS LIKE! AN EMPIRE BUILT OF OPEN RIGHT HANDS! ‘Cause I ain’t scared of no prison! It ain’t the first time Ray-Ray did a bit of time in no county lockup boys and it ain’t gonna be the last!
Hood: Yes! EMPEROR THAD!
Jones: I’ve never seen you turn for a guy so fast.
Hood: THIS IS THE BEST! HE HAS NO IDEA!
BOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
GRRN: Then some big ol scary BRIM fella is tryin’ ta mimic jail in every match, bein’ ina steel cage like the jerkoff he is. What kinda feller only has four letters in his name? What the fuck does that even mean? You gotta fill him ta the BRIM like a cup of decaf coffee or somethin’? Get him the fuck out of here.
BOOOOOOOOOOOO!
GRRN: I’m the Nelson County Slapfightin’ champion. I’m UNDEFEATED in multi-man matches. I’m like Godzilla in monster mashes, I’m the biggest thing ta be in New York since Jordan fucked up the Knicks. I’m THE GREATEST! And all these others… They ain’t shit to Garry ‘Ray-Ray’ Nelson. See ya’ll in Lancaster.
Jones: What in the world did we just witness?
Hood: YES! YES! YES!
~The scene fades~
Four hundred empty acres that used to be my farm
I grew up like my daddy did my grandpa cleared this land
When I was five I walked the fence while grandpa held my hand
This land fed a nation this land made me proud
And son I'm just sorry theres no legacy for you now
Rain on the scarecrow blood on the plow
Rain on the scarecrow blood on the plow
~Thad sits alone in his OCW office inside the World Trade Center behind his desk reading through different reports concerning last weeks episode of Massacre. A knock comes from the doorway of the opened door. Looking up, Thad sighs.
THAD: You don’t look like either Strader.
~Zooming out some, Marcus Welsh is revealed in the doorway. His face is badly bruised and a little swollen from Thad’s Heat Seeker superkick a week ago.
THAD: Come in, Marcus. Have a seat.
WELSH: Um, they’re not coming to this meeting.
~Thad leans back in his chair. His face reddens a little but he tries to stay calm.
WELSH: They’re just not ready to meet you face to face. You have to understand their position.
THAD: And they have to understand mine.
WELSH: I agree.
THAD: Get them in this office Marcus.
WELSH: I’ll do what I can.
~Welsh starts to stand up, but Thad interrupts him.
THAD: I didn’t dismiss you yet.
~Welsh retakes his seat.
THAD: First and foremost, I’m sorry it came to this. And for what it’s worth, I’m sorry for kicking you in the face last week.
~Instinctively, Welsh rubs the bruise on the lower portion of his face.
THAD: The adrenaline was pumping and I couldn’t help myself.
That said, you know I hold no ill will toward you Marcus. None of this is personal. It’s always been just business.
WELSH: Appreciate the apology.
~Welsh is a defeated man. He’s lost control of his company and was made to look like a fool for the last two or three months by the man that now signs OCW’s paychecks.
THAD: There is a place for you within this administration.
~Welsh lifts his eyes to Thad.
THAD: We need more unity around here and you need to fix the narrative that I was ever purged with the rest of those cuts you made last year. I rolled with it because it’s what I do. I just lean into what people say because most people are idiots and can’t stop themselves from continuing to be idiots.
You need to set the record straight Marcus. You and I were already negotiating an agreement on my release and it was you that threw my contract in with the others when the Straders paid everyone to go away.
WELSH: A lot of people don’t trust you. They don’t think that…
THAD: That I have OCW’s best interest at heart, yeah I know. I mean, they only need to look at the fact that I have a majority stake in this company. OCW’s best interest IS my own best interest.
Sometimes, I don’t know how these people can even breathe on their own being that brain dead.
WELSH: What’s my role then?
THAD: Get these people in line while I fix some things. They don’t have to like me, but they need to understand that the game has changed and I’m not here to punish them. I need them to keep wanting to succeed, because when they do, we all do. They can voice their displeasure all they want to.
They need to know who’s in charge now, Marcus. And now I’m directing you to get it done.
Do that and I’ll keep you onboard as Booker, Head of Creative. Maybe Head of Talent Relations.
~The two sit quietly for a few moments.
WELSH: I can handle that.
~Welsh stands and starts to make his exit.
THAD: And get the Strader’s in here by the end of the night or I’m prepared to take drastic measures.
WELSH: What kind of measures?
THAD: You and I both know that the deal you made with them to keep this company running is no longer what’s best for business. It can’t stand as it is.
~Welsh doesn’t reply right away.
THAD: Go on now, let’s see how much this roster still respects you now that you work for me too.
~Fade~
Sebastian Stone (0-0) vs. Whisper Mendoza (0-3)
~Whisper Mendoza is in the ring whispering some vital information about something not-very-vital to Scruff. The fans in attendance pop when they see her because, well, Whisper has always been inexplicably over. Belvedere clears his throat~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen...the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Currently in the ring...Whisper Mendoza!!!
~Whisper finishes relaying her near-silent secret before smiling and waving to the crowd at the sound of her name~
Belvedere: And, her opponent…
~The lights dim simultaneously on out in the Online Championship Wrestling arena as it plunges into darkness as "You Know My Name" - by Chris Cornell begins to blare on out of the PA announce system across the arena as if on cue, out of nowhere SEBASTIAN STONE whom other wise is known as "SHOWTIME" appears out in front of the black OCW logo curtains as he does he can be seen swinging around to face the fans, a smug look can be seen on the face of Sebastian as he looks out into the darkness..~
~The fans of OCW can be heard booing him and chants of "Stone Sucks" can be heard along with "Pay Your Dues" and "You can't Act", and the most notorious chant which is almost heard instantly "Overnight Sensation" which can be heard from the few fans he has as he stands in the center of the stage looking out into the darkness that surrounds around him~
Belvedere: "Ladies and gentlemen coming from Miami, Florida he weighs in tonight at an astounding Two-hundred and Twenty-Four pounds and stands approximately Six’ Foot, Three Inches in astounding height... he is "Showtime"... he is the one and only.. SEEEEEEEEEEBASTIAN SSSSSSSSSSTONE!!!"
~Stone slowly walks down the entrance isle, as he does he stands in the center of the isle as a white piercing light comes shining down upon him and illuminating his figure which can be seen being illuminating under the light as he stands in the entrance isle as he continues looking out into the darkness that surrounds him for a few seconds more~
~As he does, various photographers come running up the entrance aisle and begin taking various snapshots of him. Stone does a few taunts as the photographers continue to snap photos of him as he slowly continues walking down the entrance aisle soaking in all the hatred from the nearby fans and cheers from the select few who are fans of his at ringside, various flashes continue to be seen going off around him~
~As Stone does he can be seen wearing a black leather jacket, black sunglasses and a chain necklace with his signature Pokemon Card pendant which can be seen being lit up under the white light, Sebastian soaks in the jeers, and chants of disdain from the fans as he does money can be seen falling from the ceiling of the arena into the stands of the nearby fans. His eyes burn with intensity and hatred the closer he gets to the ring as he thinks more and more about his opponent, his body pounding with adrenaline with blood lust on his mind as he makes his way down to the ring~
~As Stone slowly walks on down the aisle he can be seen ignoring the nearby fans, once at ringside Sebastian walks around to the steel steps and slowly walks on up them, before entering the ring finally. Once inside the ring Stone climbs the nearest turnbuckle and throws out his arms ((Viva Randy Orton)) as he continues to soak in the jeers, and hatred from the fans at ringside and those that can be heard throughout the arena being shown toward him as he waits for the bell to sound~
Jones: Sebastian Stone making his OCW debut!
Hood: That was a whale of an entrance.
Jones: This man is full of himself, Hood. He’s got me intrigued, considering he jumped right into the fire by placing his name in the Prison Yard Match.
Hood: Yea, he’s not a fuckin pussy, that’s for sure.
~The bell rings. Belvedere exits~
Jones: And here we go!
Hood: Here’s something that doesn’t need to be whispered because, well, it’s a fuckin fact. Stone is gonna shit stomp Whisper.
Jones: I certainly hope it doesn’t get that drastic.
~Whisper walks up to Sebastian. She’s GOT A SECRET. Doesn’t she always? She leans in to whisper her secret information. Stone plays along, leaning in and casually putting his arm around her...once he has his arm around her, he secures Whisper and takes her down with #YouJustGotStoned (Reverse Russian Leg Sweep)!!!! Whisper is down! Face down. Stone pops back to his feet to a chorus of boos~
Jones: Oh come on, Sebastian! She just wanted to tell you a secret!
Hood: Maybe it was something about how his picture looks. I’ve heard he’s caught some flack over that.
Jones: His picture? It’s of his face! I don’t get it.
Hood: You wouldn’t.
~Stone wastes no time in yanking Whisper off the mat and hoisting her up on his shoulders. He turns into the hard cam, giving us a serious, confident look. He tosses Whisper up and she comes crashing down, face first into a knee lift!!! CRACK!!! Whisper’s body goes stiff as she falls back to the mat! Sebastian makes the cover, Scruff slides in with the count~
1!
2!
3!!!!!
~The bell rings~
Belvedere: Here is your winner...SEBASTIAN STONE!!!!!
Jones: Stone just hit his finishing move Dramatic Conclusion!
Hood: Devastating move executed for an easy dub. Kid’s off to a strong start.
Jones: Yep, he did what he had to...he won his debut match against Whisper. Now, he turns his focus toward the Prison Yard Match.
Hood: Can’t imagine a bigger step up in competition.
Jones: Nope, from the frying pan directly into the fryer.
Jones: Wait just a minute Hood, I’m getting word something’s going on backstage between the two upcoming challengers for the Savage Championship, Jace Parker Davidson and Amick Dogeron.
Hood: I didn’t hear anything.
Jones: The production truck doesn’t exactly turn your earpiece on.
Hood: What the? I spent $500 on this thing!
Jones: Hope you kept the receipt, let’s head to the back!
~The scene cuts to the backstage area as we see JPD and Amick Dogeron in the middle of a huge brawl. JPD spears Amick and takes him down. He remains on top and begins pummeling Amick with lefts and rights.~
JPD: You think you got a shot at being OCW Savage Champion? I will take you out before you even have a chance to get to the PPV. It’ll make what Cypher did to you last week look tame!
~The split second JPD pauses to talk trash leaves Dogeron with an opening. He drives his right elbow into the left side of JPD’s abdomen. As JPD doubles over, Amick slides out from under him and delivers three straight kicks to JPD’s midsection. He backs up and motions toward JPD with both hands.~
Amick: Get up! Come on!
~JPD gets up on one knee with his left arm nursing his bruised rib cage. He stares up at Amick, seething. Amick begins to come forward toward JPD and picks him up by the hair. He attempts to slam JPD’s head into the wall, but JPD blocks it, and bounces Amick’s face off the wall instead. Amick’s skull bounces back as he shouts in pain. JPD begins laying in elbow and forearm shots repeatedly to Amick, who stumbles backwards. JPD attempts a big right hook, but Dogeron ducks and goes for a takedown of his own. Four security guards in black shirts and jeans rush the scene and begin prying the two away from each other. Each man is shouting at the other.
Amick: Is that all you got cartoon man? You wanna start something, we’ll I’m gonna end it!
JPD: The only thing ending will be your career!
~Both men continue to attempt to come at one another, but security does a decent job of moving Amick down the hallway and toward the entrance ramp. Once there, one of the production staff comes over to calm him down, whispering something into his ear. Dogeron, clearly frustrated, sighs, then angrily turns around and walks through the curtain.~
Jones: Ladies and gentlemen, believe it or not, after what we’ve just seen, Amick Dogeron is scheduled to compete in the next match…right now!
Hood: Hahaha, this is great! He’s so distracted with what JPD just did to him there’s no way he can focus on his match.
~Amick is already through the curtain as “Here I Go Again” by Whitesnake begins to play. The crowd cheers loudly as many stand to their feet when they see him. Amick is all business and walks with purpose toward the ring. He doesn’t take any time to interact with the fans. He rolls into the ring before the end of the first verse and motions toward the camera to cut the music.~
Belvedere: Our following contest is set for one fall and has a 15 minute time limit. Introducing first, from Charleston, SC…AMICK DOGERON!!!
Jones: Amick has yet to be pinned or submitted here in OCW since his debut last month, and he was recently voted by fans as the ‘Newcomer of the Month’.
Hood: It doesn’t matter, he’s toast. Who’s he fighting, anyway?
Belvedere: And his opponent, from…honestly, I don’t know where he’s from as I’ve never had to do a ring introduction for him…Dane Princeton!
Jones: You were saying?
Hood: Shoot me.
~Dane Princeton, sans music, walks through the curtain and toward the ring. He waves to the crowd and does some shadow boxing on his way. The arena is nearly silent but he attempts to get them cheering anyway. Dane walks slowly up the ring steps, takes off his robe, and steps through the second rope.~
Jones: Princeton’s still looking for his first win here in OCW, but lately has been showing signs of improvement.
Hood: You mean lasting 30 seconds instead of 15?
Jones: Exactly!
DING DING DING
~Amick stands in his corner, still seething, as Princeton begins spinning around the ring, attempting to pander to each section. With Princeton turned around, Amick charges and delivers a clothesline to the back of the neck. Dane immediately is thrusted face first into the top rope. As his neck whips backwards, his body follows suit and he stumbles into Amick who immediately hooks in a full Nelson.~
Jones: We've never seen this type of aggression from Dogeron. He’s usually a pretty nice guy.
Hood: That pretty nice guy just got his ass handed to him by JPD.
Jones: From what I saw it seemed like an even exchange. In any event, things aren’t looking great for Dane Princeton.
~Princeton attempts to fight out of the full nelson but Dogeron begins alternating knee strikes to each of Princeton’s kidneys. With each blow, Princeton screams out in pain. As his energy begins to wane, Dogeron sweeps his leg and plants him face first into the mat.~
Jones: We’ve seen that move before. It’s all but over now.
~Dogeron methodically hops up, spins Princeton over, and hooks him with a deep Texas Cloverleaf. Princeton immediately begins to tap as Amick wrenches back, nearly sitting on the back of Dane’s head.~
Belvedere: Here is your winner…AMICK DOGERON!!!
Jones: There it is, Amick Dogeron continues his hot streak here in OCW.
Hood: Yawn! Wake me up when he actually beats someone with a pulse.
Jones: He was a co-winner of the Dadbod Invitational and took CYPH3R and Bob Grenier to the wire last week before not factoring into the decision.
Hood: Not winning but also not losing is like screwing your sister.
Jones: I think the expression is “like kissing your sister”.
Hood: Kiss her…screw her…your sister is always down to clown.
~Dogeron refuses to let go of the hold until the referee counts to 4. He throws Princeton’s legs down and kicks him out of the ring, motioning for a microphone.~
Amick: Jace Parker Davidson!! You wanna talk smack, spread lies about me and the merit of me being in the Savage Title match? That’s fine, do what you want…hide behind that little Twitter account of yours. You wanna fight? Do it like a man and not some punk jumping me from behind. Why don’t you walk your scrawny self down here right now and let’s finish what we started in the back!
Jones: Amick just challenged JPD to a fight in the ring!
Hood: Hell yeah! Give that masked idiot the beating he deserves!
~Amick throws the mic down and assumes a fighting pose. Suddenly, the opening bars of 'Watch Me Shine' by Fozzy play over the PA system.~
Jones: It’s Dylan Thomas! The Savage Champion is here!!
Hood: I can’t win tonight. But it’s always good to see Dylan.Though, where is Lissie? They’re always together.
Jones: Hm, true.
~The fans in attendance begin to stand with a subtle 'DT' chant. After a few moments the curtain jerks and through it steps Dylan Thomas, dressed to the nines with the Savage Championship belt draped over his left shoulder. He stops at the top of the ramp before nodding and waving to the chanting crowd, grin never leaving his face. Amick remains in a fighting stance as Thomas reaches into his pocket, pulls out a microphone, and begins to speak.~
Dylan: Hey, hey…. Easy. Easy, kid. It’s cool. Listen, I’m not out here to fight you or anything.
~Dylan puts up his hands in innocence and walks down to the ring, climbing into it. ~
Dylan: Amick, I went through hell with one of the best in the business at Big Game Hunting and already I’ve got to stick my newly won Savage Title on the line against not one opponent, but two. Now, obviously I have no problem with that but… I know you called out JPD, but I came out because I wanted to see you for myself. Since arriving in OCW, you’ve impressed us in the A-List Family. I wanted to come out and tell you that, personally. We’ve had our eyes on you.
Jones: Is Dylan Thomas scouting?
Dylan: Now, I’m not out here to trick you like the guys in The Paramount tried to do, but you ended up tricking them didn’t you?
~Dylan smiles~
Dylan: Keep up the good work, Amick.
~Dylan nods his approval~
Dylan: I’ll admit when Marcus Welsh said you were one of my opponents, I was a little surprised - you’ve barely been here long enough to make a cup of coffee and yet here you are…. That’s not a dig at you my friend, you’ve clearly been making waves. And waves are all well and good, but what happens, when that wave comes crashing down, eh? Food for thought. Don’t expect an easy win, kid. You’re good, but Perfection Personified plans to keep this for a very long time to come.
~He hoists the Savage title in the air with another smile and the crowd cheers.~
Dylan: I look forward to dancing the dance with you, though.
~Dylan holds out his hand for a handshake. Amick takes a step back, lowering his guard. He looks around to the crowd, who is in full support. He reaches out and shakes Dylan’s hand.~
Jones: What a great show of respect from the champ and challenger. That’s what this great sport is all about.
Hood: I’m being told in my earpiece it’s time to throw up.
Jones: I thought you liked DT.
Hood: I do, and we go way back but damn…..I miss the old days. When he hated you.
Jones: …………..
~The two release the handshake and Dylan Thomas turns to the crowd and raises his belt in the air. Amick turns his back to the scene but still isn’t in the pandering mood. As Dylan puts the belt down and turns toward the entrance ramp he is met with a kick to the stomach and a Paradigm Shift DDT.~
Jones: Unscripted Violence!
Hood: JPD BABY!!!
~JPD stands over Dylan Thomas with a huge smirk on his face. Dogeron hears the commotion and turns around only to receive the same treatment courtesy of Unscripted Violence. Both Thomas and Dogeron are writhing in pain as JPD circles the ring to a chorus of boos. As Dylan begins to stir, JPD backs up into the corner, then runs forward connecting with his trademark “Bend The Knee” curb stomp! The crowd gasps as Thomas is knocked out cold.~
Hood: YES!!! Now Amick! Kick the mask right off his face! Dylan had to see this coming….
~Amick also begins to stir, JPD retreats to the corner and rushes him. He goes for the curb stomp but Amick rolls out of the way at the last minute and out onto the floor.~
Jones: Dogeron with the narrowest of escapes!
Hood: JPD was this close!
~Amick holds his neck on the outside of the ring in pain while JPD is smiling from ear to ear. He points at Amick, turns, and walks back to the lifeless Dylan Thomas. He picks up the Savage Title belt, raising it in the air to a chorus of boos. He then lays the title across Dylan’s face.~
Jones: Blatant disrespect to the champion by JPD. Dylan Thomas has done nothing to deserve this.
Hood: He’s standing in the way of my man JPD and championship gold. That’s all the reason he needs! The old Dylan Thomas would know this.
Jones: I think it’s great that he’s grown up.
Hood: Grown up shmown up. But….I do hope he’s OK.
~JPD drops to the apron and rolls out of the ring, walking backwards up the ramp as the crowd continues to reign down boos upon him. His music, “Kingdom” by Jaxson Gamble kicks up as he stands on the entrance ramp staring at his carnage. Amick enters the ring to check on Dylan Thomas, still nursing his neck and Dylan mouths the words ‘I’m OK, thanks’ as the scene fades out with Dylan eyeing the rampway with eyes of stone.~
~Alexandra was in the locker room shared by Paramount. She looked down at the phone in her hand, reading over the massive amounts of texts between her and Cypher as well as the twitter posts back and forth. It was then she knew what needed to be done. They were never going to get that title shot and she needed to remove herself from the picture so that he could keep up that shot. She knew he would never do it if they had a chance for a shot at the tag titles in the future. He would value their friendship over that title shot for the Trans Atlantic.. and she couldn't risk that. So doing what she does best, she devised a plan so that he wouldn't~
"It's the best plan guys.. I'm going to remove myself from Hacker Apocalypse."
"Good, he was holding you back."
"Thanks Ed."
"Its Paramount now.. Let him have his title.. You deserve better than the fucking tag titles."
"I told you not to fooking trust him Alexandra."
"I know CJ.. I know.. right now you need to focus on your match."
"I've got this match fookin won. Don't worry about me. Get rid of Cypher.."
~Alexandra rolls her eyes and sends out the texts to Cypher, knowing this would destroy Hacker Apocalypse~
"Done."
~She looked at them as the scene fades out on Ed Houston placing his hand on her back~
Ed Houston (8-4) vs. Gilbert (1-4)
~Gilbert is in the ring. He continues to plead to the camera, asking Alice to give him a shot. Give him a call. Return his facebook messages. Are the puppies he sent her still alive? Alice? HELLO? Belvedere immediately begins speaking to get this cringey, desperate dude off camera~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Currently in the ring...GILBERT!
~Gilbert throws his arms in the air and he yells out “ALICE!!!!!”~
Belvedere: And, his opponent…
~The screen turns black and then slowly starts to count down from 10. Once it hits 1 the sound of a rocket taking off echoes throughout the arena. You're Gonna Go Far , Kid starts to blare as Ed Houston slowly makes his way down the entrance ramp. He ignores the fans that reach out to high five him. Once he gets about half way down the ramp, he sprints and slides under the rope. He quickly jumps to his feet and makes his way up to the turnbuckle where he scowls, staring down at the fans who still seem surprised at his change in demeanor~
Belvedere: From Miami, Florida...standing 5’9 and weighing in at 175lbs...he is a former Craze and Paradigm Champion...he is The Rocketman...he is...Ed Houston!!!!
~Gilbert, feeling strong ever since he defeated THE RAGING SKULL. Charges at Ed, thinking a win here might turn some heads, especially the one belonging to ALICE KNIGHT. Belvedere exits and the bell sounds. Gilbert charges and yells, ‘FOR ALICE!!’ Ed jumps up and he greets Gilbert with a spinning mule kick into the gut. Gilbert collapses to the ground, holding his midsection, gasping for air and coughing. We hear him say, “What have I done?!” Ed grabs a handful of hair~
Jones: Well, this is already looking bad for Gilbert.
Hood: That indicates it ever looks GOOD for Gilbert. The moment he wakes up and realizes who he is the day takes a drastic turn for the worst.
Jones: Harsh but maybe true.
~Houston gets Gilbert on his feet...he measures him up before lunging forward with HOUSTON WE HAVE A PROBLEM (Superkick)!!!! Gilbert falls to the mat, unconscious. But, Ed’s not done...nope. He heads for a corner and with one leap, he jumps to the top rope and spins around, facing Gilbert. Houston jumps off the top and executes Shooting Star Press...landing right on top of Gilbert with BLASTOFF!!! The ring shakes with impact. Houston hooks the leg and Scruff slides in with the count~
1!
2!
3!!!!!
~The bell rings~
Belvedere: Here is your winner...ED HOUSTON!!!!!
Jones: Easy, breezy win for Ed Houston in his return. He looks like the Ed Houston of old!
Hood: Yep, guy took some time off, healed up, got his mind right and he’s back...ready to maybe, finally win the OCW Title.
Jones: It’s the one achievement lacking from his otherwise Hall of Fame caliber resume.
Hood: You can do it, Ed! Win the big one! Show that Meyhu who’s boss!
Jones: Ed Houston is back, folks and he looks better than ever!
~Jack Puffer is waiting patiently in the ring for the Craze Champion as Belvedere takes the centre of the ring.~
~ The arena lights dim as the OCWTron comes to life, flickering silver and green as “Do You Wanna Touch Me (Oh Yeah) by Joan Jett and the Blackhearts starts to play, the drum beat matching the OCWtron flickering lights. The guitar comes to life as TA-MEEK-AH STRAY-DERR (yes, just like that) appears on the screen and the OCW faithful roar to life. ~
Belvedere: Introducing first...
//We've been here too long
Belvedere: Weighing in at hundred and forty five pounds...
~ Tamika steps out from behind the curtain followed by her stoner niece, but Tamika is in her green denim jeans, snakesin boots, and a Mack O’Conner t-shirt. Not at all dressed to compete. ~
//Cry at night
Belvedere: Hailing from Houston, Texas by way of London, Ontario Canada...
//Do you wanna touch (Yeah)
~ Tamika reaches the bottom of the ramp and lifts her left fit up in the air, Strader Sneer across her lips. Cara lights a joint. ~
//Yeah, Oh yeah, oh yeah\\
Belvedere: She is the OCW CRAZE CHAMPION.... TAMIKA STRADERRRRRRRRR!!!!
//Every girl an' boy
~ Tamika walks up the steps, and wipes her boots on the ring apron before stepping through the middle rope since she is no pixie stick five foot one lady. Cara leans against the railing talk to some stoner fans in the front with the Craze belt over her shoulder. ~
//My, my, my
~ Tamika doesn’t take her four turnbuckles and approaches Puffer face to face. ~
DING DING DING!
~Tamika attempts a spinning back elbow on Puffer but he sidesteps and hits a belly to back overhead suplex. Tamika flips through it, landing on her feet. Bounding off the ropes, Tamika attempts a lariat. Puffer drops to his back to evade the move, then kips up. Jack goes for a roundhouse kick but Tamika ducks and hits a side thrust kick that staggers The Detective. Tamika lands a kick to the gut and goes for a powerbomb. Jack easily powers her over for a backdrop, but Tamika rolls through for a sunset flip but that craft bastard uses his weight and momentum to roll though before she can hook his shoulders. Quickly to his feet he goes for a roundhouse kick to the Craze Champion’s head. Tamika ducks, pulls Jack Puffer backwards into a reverse DDT! She points to the top rope.~
Smith: She’s making short work of Puffer and signalling it’s almost over.
Hood: Sounds like it’s almost over for the Strader family! I love that Duke! Plus I heard you have to punch him in the face if you want him to pull out!
Smith: Hood!
~ Tamika squats and jumps off the top turnbuckle, flipping in the air, landing on his abdomen with feet.~
Smith: JAQUES-HAMMER!
Hood: What a stupid name.
Smith: It’s Family Guy reference, Hood.
~ Tamika makes the cover. ~
1!
2!!
3!!!!!!!!
DING DING DING!
Belvedere: And your winner by pinfall... the OCW Craze champion... TAMIKA STRADER!!!!!
~ Her music hits and she’s out of the ring walking up the ramp as Cara catches up with her holding onto the Craze title.~
Smith: Tamika looks determined.
Hood: You know her niece smoked a joint and nearly forgot the belt?
Smith: Yeah, I have heard that about her.
~We switch backstage as Tamika stops, turning to Cara.~
Tamika Strader: Go tell your sister you and me are heading out after I speak to Marcus.
Cara Strader: Yo that, Auntie Teebag. Want anything from catering?
Tamika Strader: Cara, we can stop at In & Out.
~ Her eyes light up.~
Cara Strader: Fuck ya, that’s the bitch tits! I’ll tell the building-thrower-offer!
~ She hands her the Craze title and heads off in the wrong direction at first, stops, thinks for a second then heads the right way as the OCW faithful laugh.~
Tamika Strader: That girl…
~The camera crew follows Tamika after her match against Jack Puffer as she walks with a purpose, duffle bag over her shoulder and carrying the Craze title in her left hand. She walks up to Marcus Welsh’s office. She doesn’t knock, she simply aims the ball of her snakeskin cowgirl boot at the door handle and kicks it open. Marcus jumps slightly behind his desk.~
Marcus Welsh: What the hell? You can’t knock?
Tamika Strader: And you can’t tell me you violated our agreement?
Marcus Welsh: Listen, Tamika- - -
Tamika Strader: Quiet, Marcus. You and OCW as a whole are in a major breach of contract because you selling off shares without seeking approval from Strader Incorporated to do so.
~Marcus sighs, shaking his head.~
Marcus Welsh: I thought I was saving us…
Tamika Strader: By selling shares to that guy? The guy that has about as much money as my family does? Who could swallow up an entertainment company? How has this company even survived over the past twenty years?! All the lies being spread like Leo not getting paid when Meghan and me have been signing his cheques?!
~She even says her words Canadian. Marcus just stares at her knowing she isn’t done ranting.~
Tamika Strader: We, the Strader family as a whole, have been nothing but loyal to you. Stood up for you. Stood up for this company, and you allow them to take majority ownership? Zybala was a better owner than you will ever be. The whole reason you purged the roster, which Strader Inc covered all the breaches of contracts including the guy now in control, was because of people like this. You have seen all the paperwork and statements, and we have given you nothing but a fair shake, the only thing was to let us compete and follow the agreement. I wish you had come to us, we have looked after you since we walked into this place…
~Whoever is in the production truck deserves one hell of a handy for cueing the clip as it takes over the OCWtron and peoples devices and TVs.~
~The sound of dirt bikes rapidly approaching steals Welsh’s focus. Two dirt bikes tear through the sand before coming to an abrupt stop right in front of Welsh, sending sand flying in his face. Helmets are removed to reveal Meghan and Tamika Strader! The fans go wild! The Cowgirls from Hell are here! They step off their bikes and approach Marcus~
Smith: Well, Welsh is covered in sand.
Hood: I hope he wasn’t using any moisturizer
Smith: I saved mine for in here.
Hood: Geezus. You put some distance between us the next time Alice Knight appears, okay?
Smith: It’s not like that!
~Meghan pats Welsh on the shoulder and brushes some of the dust off his clothes. She turns and enters into THE GREAT ILLUMINATUS. Tamika is about to follow her, but Welsh stops the other Strader~
Smith: Hmm.
Hood: I don’t think they can enter at the same time.
~Tamika seems a little annoyed and, possibly, distressed she can’t go in there with her sister. Welsh explains to her. She nods, understanding. She then takes her hand and wipes the sand out of his face~
Smith: A nice moment there.
Hood: Yea, sure, whatever.
~Meghan is inside and locked into wherever she’s supposed to go. Welsh then lets Tamika enter. He wishes her good luck. She smiles and heads into THE GREAT ILLUMINATUS~
Marcus Welsh: I was actually using The Knife Man as a therapist, just his bill alone I would’ve had to sell.
~Strader scoffs. She reaches across his desk looking him in the eye. Veronica Strader walks by the open office and Marcus looks at her for help but she shakes her head and walks away which Tamika catches as she looks back and to him again.~
Tamika Strader: Yeah, your “Chosen One” has lost all faith in you. As have I. Here this belongs to you.
~Tamika lets go and tosses the Craze Championship in front of him.~
Tamika Strader: Such a shame.
~Before Tamika can turn around to leave, Lou Pohl and Crash Rodriguez enter the office.~
Lou Pohl: Wait a minute, what’s going on here?!
~Lou looks at the title belt on the desk and the bag over Tamika’s shoulder.~
Lou Pohl: Wait, are you leaving OCW?
Tamika Strader: Yeah, I am. I don’t need this shit with my big sister dying.
Lou Pohl: It’s because you are afraid of my client, isn’t it?
~Tamika smirks as she steps between the two men, glancing at them, side to side.~
Tamika Strader: I am not afraid of anyone, well, except Sadie Ko. That bitch is crazy. No, I am quitting because I don’t trust the owners here besides Mike Zybala. 10% just isn’t big enough. I have also seen this before and it never ends well.
~She says, pointing to Marcus Welsh.~
Crash Rodriguez: Here I thought the Strader family never backed down from a challenge.
Tamika Strader: We don’t, but we also don’t work for what has taken over either.
Lou Pohl: Naw, sounds like you are running from a fight because you know my client can end your reign.
~Tamika sighs. She turns around, taking her Craze Championship back. She looks at Lou and Crash, Strader sneer across her face.~
Tamika Strader: Fine. You want me that bad? You got me. But remember this moment when I put your client down to the mat and knock the wind out of him with the Jacques-Hammer. I’ll see all you idiots in Pennsylvania at Reformation but don’t expect any Strader to be at the next Massacre.
~Tamika pushes through Crash and Lou, leaving Marcus Welsh’s office.~
Jones: Think Tamika is upset?
Hood: Who cares? We are almost Strader-Free! Time to celebrate.
Jones: Hood, that family has been one of the biggest draws, have been the main reasons we were able to go global again and still have jobs!
Hood: I knew they were to blame for landing on that stupid island.
Jones: … I would rather work with Smith.
Hood: what was that?
Jones: I said I wish Alice Knight would kiss you.
Hood: You evil bastard.
Tryin' to get along
Pretendin' that you're oh so shy
I'm a natural ma'am
Doin' all I can
My temperature is runnin' high\\
No one in sight
An' we got so much to share
Talking's fine
If you got the time
But I ain't got the time to spare
Yeah\\
Do you wanna touch (Yeah)
Do you wanna touch me there, where
Do you wanna touch (Yeah)
Do you wanna touch (Yeah)
Do you wanna touch me there, where
There, yeah\\
Needs a little joy
All you do is sit an' stare
Beggin' on my knees
Baby, won't you please
Run your fingers through my hair\\
Whiskey and rye
Don't it make you feel so fine
Right or wrong
Don't it turn you on
Can't you see we're wastin' time, yeah\\
~We cut backstage where Marcus Welsh has returned from Manhattan after his earlier meeting with Thaddeus, the majority owner of OCW. The uber ride there and back wasn’t cheap..nor the time spent. But, he’s back and he’s marching through the OCW hallway, face bruised, ego assailed, but a task in front of him, nonetheless. He looks down at his phone, struggling to locate a desired app. A voice sounds out, getting his attention. Welsh turns and sees CYPH3R leaning against one of the backstage hallways~
Marcus Welsh: What do you want?
CYPH3R: Who, me? Oh nothing, just wondering if you needed any more help protecting ur pc … I have some new antivirus software that definitely doesn’t mine crypto in the background - waddya say?!
Marcus Welsh: Yea, like I’d ever trust you again.
~Welsh shoves his phone deep into his pocket before marching off, leaving a smug CYPH3R behind~
~An eerie voice pipes through the arena PA–
it seems strange that my life should end
in such a terrible place…
~As the lights dim, fog slowly rolls over the stage as if emanating from a dark beyond. The random sounds of a radio tuning through various stations floats over the arena as bright white lights suddenly shine up from beneath the stage, bathing the entryway in an angelic glow. Slowly, white webbing begins to appear on the darkened tron as of a spider spinning its web...
ADRENALIZE ME
~As the hard-hitting beat of In This Moment’s ‘Adrenalize Me’ begins pumping through the arena, The White Widow, Sahara Duke emerges through the ghostly fog… with Cap Slock in tow?!
HOOD: Cap?! What the hell, she’s dragging the head of HR out onto the stage with her by his tie!
JONES: Well, her husband does own the place so–
~With his tie wrapped in her fist, she drags Cap to the center of the stage as he struggles to keep his glasses in place while she jostles him around.
COME A LITTLE BIT CLOSER
~Making a slashing motion across her throat, she glares at the production crew surrounding the stage, obviously commanding them to–
SAHARA: Cut the music already. CUT IT! CUT IT!
~Her shrill voice resonates over the clearly mixed audience reaction to seeing her.
JONES: Wow, she isn’t demanding or anything…
HOOD: God, Thad is a lucky man!
~Motioning for a mic, someone quickly tosses one to the impatient blonde. She shoves the mic into Cap’s chest, “Hold it, hold onto it!”, she demands of him. As her music fades, Cap clears his throat correcting what must be an obvious oversight.
CAP: SAHARA, THERES BEEN SOME SORT OF MISTAKE! I’M NOT AN INTERVIEWER! I’M THE HEAD OF HR!
~Cap readjusts his glasses as Sahara glares at him with her icy blue eyes, pulling his mic hand upward so she doesn’t have to lean in–
SAHARA: There was no mistake. You’re the head of Human Resources. So you’re my human resource for this. And right now… you’re a mic stand. So stand there, hold the mic and shut up.
~Turning toward the audience, Sahara Duke waits for the crowd noise to simmer.
SAHARA: First and foremost, you’re welcome. All of you.
I’ll say it again.
You’re welcome.
HOOD: Thank you!
JONES: What are we thanking her for?!
HOOD: I don’t know, but thank you Sahara Duke!
SAHARA: Oh, wait… I know what you’re asking. Thank you for what?! Ya see, a week ago, my husband and I came out here on Monday Night Massacre and changed the landscape of OCW forever!
~The decidedly mixed reaction brings a smirk to her face.
JONES: The OCW faithful are unsure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing!
HOOD: Look at her, it’s gotta be a good thing! Right?!
SAHARA: And whether the Strader’s or the Welsh’s or any of the other crybabies in the back like it or not, I got no fucks to give! Lemme be clear about something. I ain’t here to make friends. I’m here to fight. But the part you people didn’t see was the weeks and weeks of meticulous planning, where my husband – with an assist from the lovely Cyph3r – put the pieces together, and one by one…we marched across that chessboard unseen before putting this place in check.
Hey… OCW, now that we’re here, you ain’t playin’ checkers no more! So either stand up and keep up, or step aside and get left behind.
Cuz we ain’t goin’ anywhere!
~As the mic slightly lowers, Sahara ever so slightly turns and glares at Cap who immediately lifts the mic back up to her mouth.
JONES: Did you see that look she just gave Cap?!
HOOD: Yeah, she’s not messing around! Don’t scorn that woman!
SAHARA: And all the while this was happening, and I saw the reports… the Straders of the world cryin’ about this or that. Blamin’ us for stealin’ the OCW out from under them. ‘Wahhhh, wahhhhh’. Listen up, little crybaby bitches. I see you got your little lawyers scrambling, lookin’ for any shred of hope… any i’s we didn’t dot, any t’s we didn’t cross, but spoiler alert… there ain’t no hope to be found on a contract or in a courtroom. No. The only hope you people got is right there in that ring. So I suggest you get your heads outta yer asses and play the hand you’ve been dealt.
Now dry yer little eyes and get ready for a fight, cuz ya got one comin’!
~The fans pop and begin chanting ‘Fight!’, ‘Fight!’, ‘Fight!’
SAHARA: Settle down, my little Sminions–
JONES: Sminions?! Did she call the OCW faithful Sminions?!
HOOD: I wanna be a Sminion!
JONES: You would.
SAHARA: So whether you wanna call us the bad guys or whatever the hell else, that’s fine, just keep in one thing in mind; it was Welsh that sold this place off piece by piece… and if it weren’t for us, you people would probably be bein’ spit roasted by the aborigines on some desert freakin’ island right now! So seriously, do me a favor… take a big step back, drop down onto your knees and thank us!
Thank us for the air in your lungs.
Thank us that this godforsaken place still exists.
And thank us… for your very fucking lives!
As I said at the start of this little interview…
~Sahara turns her icy gaze directly into the camera as she forces Cap’s michand a little bit higher.
SAHARA: You’re welcome.
~Finally releasing Cap’s tie, she shoves the Head of HR away from her and lifts both arms into the air, pointing out across the ocean of fans in attendance~
Jones: Well, Sahara is here, there's no denying that. The wrestling personality some refer to as 'toxic' has been released in OCW.
Hood: Toxic used to mean something. These days? It's just a nasty word for 'not-a-pussy'. And while I'm sure Sahara has a very nice pussy...she's tough as nails and doesn't give a shit what people think about her.
Jones: I'd be careful talking about her anatomy like that, Hood.
Hood: Thad and I are bros, bud. He don't care. I mean it as flattery and in the sincerest form of respect.
Jones: Yea, because it sounded SO respectful.
Hood: You sound like one of those pussies that think Sahara is toxic.
Jones: We've had our fair share of strong personalities. Sahara might be the strongest. It'll be interesting to see how she fares now that she's in OCW.
Hood: Proud and Strong, baby! I've seen her work. Main event level. No doubter.
Jones: Well, that remains to be seen.
BEFORE WE BEGIN
LEMME TELL YOU HOW I WANT IT
AND EXACTLY WHAT I NEED
Jones: There it is again! EPIC SUMMER
Hood: Damn, I kinda thought that was in reference to Thad buying OCW along with his gorgeous wife, Sahara!
Jones: No.
Hood: Well, I don't know how you get more epic than that.
Jones: Apparently someone is going to try as the Epic Summer message continues to air, ominously, during our commercial breaks.
Hood: Hey, beats the shit out of another advertisement for Alice mustard.
Jones: Well, that's your opinion. Alright folks...it's tag team action...the tag champs return to the ring, next!
~We cut to the ring to find Vortex and Debris are already inside, having a talk with each other, anxiously awaiting their opponents.~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is a tag team match! Introducing first, From Tornado Alley… Vortex. Debris. They are… Well, Tornado Alley!
~ A polite amount of cheers are heard for the storm chasers. The cheers get drowned out by the powerful voice of Freddy Mercury as "Princes of the Universe" hits the speakers! Out from behind the curtain walks Killa Kali and SheLS and the fans boo! They are then followed by TLS pushing Mike Zybala out in his wheelchair! Now cheers mix with the boos, though most of the cheers are for Zybala. The cheers get louder as Zybala holds up both tag team titles! ~
Belvedere: And their opponents… being accompanied by the other members of PTSD…. They are the OCW Tag Team Champions TLS and Mike Zybala…. This is TMZ!!
~ Another healthy mixture of cheers and boos as PTSD make their way to the ring. ~
Jones: Even after leg surgery, Mike Zybala is still agreeing to take part in matches. Many people would stay home and heal, but not Zybala.
Hood: Don't over hype him. He's probably gonna let TLS do all the work and collect a paycheck for doing nothing. Not that TLS needs help against Tornado Alley.
Jones: Zybala isn't like that. He's a fighter and he's gonna prove it tonight!
Hood:.... Bet?
Jones: Excuse me?
Hood: A hundred bucks says he just sits his ass at ringside.
Jones:..... Why the hell not? You're on!
~ PTSD has made it to ringside and TLS climbs in the ring. Zybala gingerly stands up, and puts the tag belts in his wheelchair. She-LS helps Zybala keep his balance as he hops up on the ring apron. He sits on the outside in his corner, yelling words of encouragement to TLS. The music stops as Vortex steps outside of the ropes, letting Debris start against TLS. Scruff calls for the bell and the match is underway! Debris cautiously goes to lock up with TLS, but he ducks to the side and goes behind Debris. Debris turns around and catches a boot to the gut from TLS, who then begins to pummel him with rights and lefts! Debris drops to one knee as TLS continues to lay heavy blows into his opponent. TLS grabs a fist full of Debris' hair and brings him back standing up, and whips him towards the ropes. Debris reverses it and sends TLS towards the ropes. TLS grabs the ropes and stops himself. He runs over to a corner and smacks Vortex! Vortex tries to swing at TLS but Scruff gets in the way. TLS laughs mockingly at Vortex as the crowd boos. ~
Jones: TLS is not endearing himself to the crowd tonight.
Hood: Why would he?! He doesn't care about the fans. Unlike his goofy ass partner, TLS is here to win. He ain't here to pander to the crowd.
~ TLS turns to face a now annoyed Debris, who charges at TLS, aiming a kick at his chest. TLS slides to the side as Debris' foot swings past him, hitting nothing but air. TLS smacks the back of Debris' head playfully. Debris turns and his face is contorted with anger. He charges at TLS with a clothesline who ducks once again. He grabs Debris from behind and hits an Atomic Drop! Debris stumbles forward clutching his backside, luckily towards his own corner. Debris tags in Vortex, who rushes between the ropes and into the ring. Vortex rushes at TLS. only to get dropped to a mat courtesy of a judo hip toss. Vortex cries out briefly as he hits the mat and gets to his feet. He is about to swing at TLS, who holds his hands and shoots "WAIT!" Vortex stops and looks confused, that is until TLS rakes his hands across Vortex's eyes! The crowd boos as Vortex reaches for his eyes as TLS takes advantage and body slams Vortex to the mat. Vortex rolls around on the mat as TLS walks over to his corner and reaches over the top rope to tag in the sitting Zybala! The crowd cheers as they get to see their hero in action. ~
Hood: Why though?!?! What is TLS thinking?!
Jones: Maybe he wants to give the fans what they want? They do love Zybala.
Hood: TLS doesn't give a shit about the fans. Maybe he DOES want Zybala taken out after all..
Jones: Wait! What's Killa Kali doing??
~ Killa hops up on the apron and enters the ring! Scruff is about to yell at him, but stops when he sees KK reach over the top rope and lifts Zybala up! He carries Zybala in his arms like he's cradling a baby then turns to Vortex who is just standing up. Making sure Zybala's good leg is extended, Killa runs at Vortex and boots him in the face with Zybala's foot! The fans cheer as Vortex falls and Killa gingerly puts Zybala down in a standing position. He then wraps his arms around Zybala's waist and starts lifting him up and down, causing Zybala to stomp away at Vortex. Scruff is watching this, not sure what to do. ~
Jones: Why isn't Scruff doing anything?! Get Killa Kali out of there!
Hood: Why? He's not doing anything except helping Zybala.
Jones:... You? You're actually on Zybala's side on this?
Hood: Hey, I always thought that guy was a tool. At least now he's a useful tool.
~ Scruff does try to at least get Kali out of the ring. As Zybala is trying to plead their case and stop Kali from hurting Scruff, Vortex crawls over to tag Debris! Debris tries to charge over but Kali throws Zybala like a javelin at Debris! Zybala manages to grab Debris and nail a makeshift Tornado DDT to the delight of the fans! As Scruff is distracted by this, TLS and She-LS swap places. Zybala and Debris are both down on the mat and Scruff just starts a ten count, wanting this weirdness to end. Kali gets out of the ring and let's Zybala crawl for some reason. She-LS starts stamping her foot, reaching over for the tag. Zybala sees this and grins. He slows down his movements and starts to struggle as he inches forward, acting as if he just took a huge beating. The crowd is cheering Zybala on, going along with it~
~Debris crawls over to Vortex, who is yelling that he JUST tagged out. Debris doesn't care and jumps up to tag in his partner. Vortex swears as he gets back in the ring but notices Zybala's act and decides to take advantage. He runs over, but it's too late! With a "last burst of energy" Zybala pushes himself forward and tags in She-LS! The crowd erupts as She-LS enters the ring and hits Vortex with a dropkick, knocking him back to the mat! She-LS picks Vortex up and drops him with a clothesline! Debris gets back in the ring and gets bodyslammed for his troubles! She-LS grabs Vortex and whips him into the turnbuckles hard! She-LS is about to charge, but Vortex drops to.the mat and rolls out of the ring, next to TLS. She-LS runs towards the ropes and hits Vortex with a baseball slide! Both Vortex and She-LS hit the floor. TLS drops to the floor too, even though he wasn't touched. He quickly rolls She-LS aside. Before Scruff can go over to get a closer look, TLS pops back up! ~
Jones: Oh come on! This is such a blatant disregard for the rules! How is Scruff not seeing this? How is Zybala allowing his teammates get away with this?!
Hood: Maybe Zybala isn't as goodie goodie as we all thought. Maybe he's not so.bad after all.
~ Zybala, sitting at ringside, does see this all go down. He just laughs and shakes his head. Oh those guys, he must be thinking. TLS picks up Vortex and rolls him back into the ring, quickly following him. He yells something to Killa Kali and quickly tags in Zybala again. TLS then lifts Vortex up in a stalling suplex position and waits as Kali gets in the ring again. Kali grabs Zybala and hoists him over his head in a gorilla press. Kali hurls Zybala with all his might at the hanging Vortex! As Zybala collides into Vortex, TLS drops backwards with the suplex! Zybala and Vortex crash to the mat and TLS runs over to kick Debris out of the ring as Zybala makes the pin attempt! ~
1!
2!
3!!!!
~The bell rings~
Belvedere: Here are your winners...THE OCW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS...PTSD!!!!!
Jones: Well, if this is what we’re gonna get with our tag champs moving forward then, well...they’re gonna be damn near impossible to defeat.
Hood: Freebird rules, baby. FREE AS A BIRD, YEAAAAA
Jones: They weren’t even adhering to those rules properly. This was a travesty!
Hood: Oh, calm down.
Jones: The tag titles remain in possession of TMZ...or, well, I guess it’s PTSD now? I can’t keep up. Either way, it’s going to be a tall task dethroning the champs so long as the numbers remain on their side.
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~The scene shifts to another area of the backstage environment of The Barclays Center here in Brooklyn, New York. Jace can be seen inside of his locker room sitting on the couch beside Madison. The two of them seem to be talking about what happened earlier in the night between Jace and his opponents for Reformation. Jace seems very… animated to say the least as the discussion continues. Suddenly they are interrupted by the locker room door opening and in steps all six foot nine inches of the Terror from Nelson County, The Slapping Savant, The Man who’s Backhand Makes Federer Jealous, The Best Dressed Man In Wrestling, Garry “Ray-Ray” Nelson~
Garry ‘Ray-Ray’ Nelson: Wooohoooo boy ya sure gave those two a beatin’ Mr. Paker-Davidson. Man that name sure is a mouthful, I’m just gonna call ya Jace if that’s alright witcha. Anyway, back ta that there beatin’ what a way ta get some work in. Really showed them whatever it was ya were tryin’ ta show ‘em…
~Jace looks Ray-Ray up and down then a smile spreads over his face. He stands up off of the couch and approaches the man that has become a Twitter sensation~
JPD: Well, if it isn’t Garry Nelson. Thank you for the compliment, those two are just mad they know I’m going to walk away with the Savage Championship belt around my waist. But where are my manners? It’s a pleasure to finally meet you face to face.
~Jace extends his hand towards Ray-Ray…The Lord of The Trailer Park firmly shakes Jace’s hand and smiles~
GRRN: Now Mr. Jace it really is astonishin’ ta be hangin’ out with wrasslin’ royalty like yerself. I still remember that time last year when you set that feller on fire. Boy was that somethin’, coulda roasted marshmallows offa that hog burnin’. And of course you’d find yer way ta winnin’ the Savage Championship. You’re a savage!
~Garry pauses for a moment, before realizing he may have offended his newest friend.~
GRRN: Well you know what I mean, like a sophisticated Savage. A savage of sophistication even…
~Jace laughs at Ray-Ray’s way of trying to be a Southern Gentleman. He reaches up and pats Ray-Ray on the back~
JPD: Come, have a seat. Let’s talk about you and the fact that you’re now an official member of the OCW roster.
~Jace leads Ray-Ray over towards the couch where Madison is seated. Jace kicks up one of his legs causing Madison to scurry away from her seat so that their guest could have a seat~
JPD: Now I’m glad someone out there appreciates the effort that I put in to completely destroy my opponents but you? Well, I think you’ve got one hell of a future ahead of you. The way you hit that one guy with an elbow so hard he had to take a Tom Brady like retirement is impressive to say the least.
GRRN: Now listen Mr Jace. I appreciate all the compliments and the question askin’ and sure I did hit a former OCW champion so hard he contemplated his future, but you! You understand this hole business. Mr. Jace I need a mentor, someone that can point me in the right direction. Hell I was listenin’ ta you and Madison talk through the door and ya kept talkin’ ‘bout how ya softened them up real good. I don’t even know how ta soften people up, do they bruise like apples and then their muscles get softer? What’s the science behind it?
~Garry once again pauses for a moment before interrupting Jace~
GRRN: And really, I understand that settin’ that feller on fire ta weaken him up. But I’m talkin’ strictly ‘bout the beatin’s
~Jace blinks a couple of times to give himself time to word this in a way that Ray-Ray would understand~
JPD: Softing someone up doesn’t mean that their muscles get weak per say. I mean, if you do it right then yes they bruise up just like an apple. What you really want to do is injure them before your match or at least beat them down a little bit to get into their heads and make them doubt their ability to beat you when it counts.
~Jace makes a fist with his right hand then pounds it into the palm of his left hand~
JPD: You need to make sure that people know you’re no pushover. With those mighty big hands off yours, all you gotta do is lay in one good slap and their head will be spinning like they were possessed by a demon. You’ve got a lot to learn Ray-Ray and I would be more than happy to be your mentor.
~Garry interrupts Jace, completely shocked and terrified by his answer~
GRRN: NOW LISTEN MR JACE I AINT NO RICH MAN! I can’t be payin’ ya. But I do have these credit cards I can use for business and business related expenses that magically gets paid off at the end of the month.
~Garry pulls multiple credit cards with Lions Guard Entertainment which is technically the parent company of OCW on them out of his pocket~
GRRN: Here, this guys got one a them hyphens in his name too, you can use that one.
~Jace’s eyes widen and his mouth hangs open for a moment. His mind races on just how Ray-Ray got his hands on so much plastic gold. However, that didn’t matter at all. One would be his now and that was just perfect for a man with expensive tastes~
JPD: Why thank you Ray-Ray. I believe that’s all the payment you’re going to need for my mentorship. I think we’re going to make a great team and in no time you’ll be wearing that OCW Championship belt around that waist of yours.
~Jace plucks the card from Ray-Ray’s hands and looks at it with glee before sliding it into his pants pocket~
JPD: And as a show of good faith Ray-Ray, I got a bit of a surprise for you too.
~Jace gets up off of the couch and walks over to the other side of the room. Ray-Ray looks around twiddling his thumbs before Jace returns carrying a large tray of food that he stole from catering before a certain someone arrived~
JPD: McNugget?
~Ray-Ray is more than happy to help himself as he reaches in and grabs a large handful. We shift from the locker room and head towards the ring for more action~
Chester K (1-0) vs. Claudius Augustus (1-0)
~The Barclays Center is ready for some more in-ring action! Belvedere, standing inside the ring where all the AMAZING ACTION takes place, clears his throat and goes to work~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first…
~"Why Can't We Be Friends?" by WAR plays as red and purple lights alternate off and on throughout the arena. Chester K emerges from the back with a smile stretching from ear to ear and struts out onto the stage. A cannon on each side of him blasts off sending hundreds of dollar bills with his face stamped on it up and floating down onto the crowd. Chester rolls into the ring and takes to his corner~
Belvedere: From Miami, Florida...standing 6’3 and weighing in at 285lbs...Chester K!!!
Jones: Chester K with an impressive debut last week. This week, he takes a massive step up in competition.
Hood: Yep. First win was a layup. Now he’s gotta step back and hit that fade away jumper.
Jones: It’s a steep slope in OCW.
Belvedere: And, his opponent…
~The lights go out, and a booming chant in Latin fills the air. “Aut Caesar aut nihil, Hic abundant leones, Hic sunt leones, Alea iacta est!” After these words a rhythmic drum blares through the speakers. Out walks Claudius Augustus, self-proclaimed Caesar of the New Holy Roman Empire. He stops at the top of the ramp, holds his arm straight out with thumb to the side as sparks engulf him in an impressive pyro performance. The sparks are higher than he is tall, and he disappears into the bright light. As the sparks fade, he drops his arm and smiles a confident smile and continues his descent towards the ring. Halfway between the entrance and the ring Claudius stops once again, this time sneering at the crowd, the peasants being within arms reach clearly annoying him. As he approaches the ring, he takes off his shiny gold leaf crown, placing it down with grace on the stairs leading up to the ring. He then ascends the stairs and enters the ring, soaking in the boos that rain down onto him, with each one seemingly making his smile grow bigger~
Belvedere: From Rome, Italy...standing 6’2 and weighing in at 235lbs...Claudius Augustus!!!
~Belvedere exits and the bell sounds~
Jones: Alright! Two fresh faces, both with easy wins in their debuts. One will win and continue the climb up the OCW mountain...the other will lose and have to readjust.
Hood: Yea, Claudius is in the Prison Yard so a loss here wouldn’t be great.
Jones: Nope, the Prison Yard is daunting in and of itself...but to head in there fresh off a loss in your second match...yea, that wouldn’t inspire much confidence.
~Augustus looks across the ring at his opponent with great derision. He doesn’t think much of Chester K. But...if Chester K is willing to join the empire...maybe? Maybe Augustus might show the guy mercy. Chester K approaches Augustus, staring at him with a curious gaze~
Jones: I’m not sure Chester knows what to make of Claudius.
Hood: Would you? It’s like those dudes from Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure running around that mall. What is this, cosplay? What even is cosplay? HELP
Jones: Relax. Breathe.
Hood: Thanks.
~Claudius says a few words to Chester. We aren’t able to pick them up but judging by his facials and body language, they aren’t the most respectful words ever uttered in the history of human communication. So, Chester gives Claudius a shove, sending the emperor staggering back into the ropes. Augustus looks at Chester...his smugness gives way to animus. He steps forward, pointing at Chester. Chester slaps his finger away and Augustus boots him in the gut with tremendous force...the toe of his boot finding Chester’s gut, sending the big man doubling over~
Jones: Oof. That knocked the wind right out of Chester K.
Hood: It’s a known fact that Roman Emperor’s kick harder than any other emperors.
Jones: Is it really a known fact?
Hood: Oh yes, 100%.
~Claudius brings a doubled over Chester close. He gets his arms around Chester’s waist...he pulls Chester K up he jumps up into the air and brings Chester down on top of his head with The Gladius (Jumping Piledriver)!!!!! Chester’s body goes limp. Claudius makes a very non-chalant cover. Scruff slides in with the count~
1!
2!
3!!!!
~The bell rings~
Belvedere: Here is your winner...CLAUDIUS AUGUSTUS!!!!!
Jones: Wow, I was honestly expecting more than that.
Hood: Damn, Augustus made short work of Chester K.
Jones: Augustus is clearly a strong competitor. As far as Chester goes…
Hood: He’s gotta do better than that if he wants to be more than a dude that beats Gilbert every once in awhile.
Jones: That’s a fact. Claudius Augustus moves to 2-0 with a dominant win over Chester K here tonight. He’ll now set his sights on The Prison Yard Match at Reformation!
Mark Storm: You ever stop and ask yourself, who are you becoming?
~Your Hero and Mine, Mark Storm, appears on the screen as the camera fades into the scene~
Mark Storm: I’ve had that throughout my career, in bouts and waves, it comes and goes but whenever it does, it feels significant, like a milestone. I stopped and looked at myself in the mirror and I had to ask myself, who am I? Who am I becoming… Not just for yourself but for those people around you, the ones who care and look up to you, the ones who need you. My little girl at home who means the world to me. The fans who have been there since the beginning and stuck by me through thick and thin, no matter the occasion. For the longest of times, I used to think my sole purpose was to strap up the boots and wrestle because this is all I know and love, this is everything I am.
~He pauses, allowing himself time to think on his words~
Mark Storm: I know it's been a while... April 24th, Technical Difficulties against Tamika Strader was the last time you guys have saw me in front of an OCW screen, a match that I thought I was destined to win, a match that I believed was the one for me... yet it wasn't to be, I fumbled at the last hurdles and since then, I've been a ghost.
I had to let it all simmer down, really get to grasp it all because all of this shit, it gets to you, it doesn't matter how tough you think you are or how bad you think you are, at the end of the day we're all doing this for some sort of legacy. I can't help but think that my legacy is becoming one that's tarnished, one that has a stain running through the whole damn thing...
Mark Storm: A series of blunders, of mishits and fuck ups. I used to think that in my story, I was the hero. Your Hero, and Mine...
~Once again he pauses, scoffing a little as he allows a smirk to take over his face. Soon though, the smirk slowly disintegrates and it's replaced with a look of bitterness, there's a coldness and callousness about his expressions as he stares into the camera - his mood completely switched~
Mark Storm: But as time goes on, I've slowly realised that in my own story, I haven't been able to be that hero. I haven't been able to live up to the expectation, I haven't been able to do what needed to be done, each and every single damn time, I've folded... and in doing so, I've let a ton of people down in the process.
~He pauses to clear his throat before continuing~
Mark Storm: Something has to give, something has to change. I have to become something else entirely, and that person, first and foremost, isn’t going to be someone that people will wanna fuck with. I’ve been down in the mud but that doesn’t mean I haven’t been keeping an eye on things, that doesn’t mean I haven’t been working, because I have. I know that right now, the landscape has changed and already there are people climbing up the rankings, already there’s an influx of talent vying for the opportunities, ready to take them with both hands… and they’re hungrier than ever. They’re people beginning to form alliances; plotting, planning their ascent to the top of this promotion, and those people, they’re gonna do everything in their power to get there. Just like me. Online Championship Wrestling has a forever expanding talent pool and already, I’ve come to the realisation that in order to compete with the best of them, I’ve gotta drag my ass back out of the mud and rise again. Forget about what you know, or what you think you know - none of that matters. A new era is upon us and the days of the hero are slowly dying… I’m either the last of a dying breed, or becoming something else entirely… Soon enough, you’ll know.
Alexandra Calaway (4-1) vs. Easton Alexander (6-7)
~These OCW fans remain focused and fired up...the two key ‘fs’ to being a fan in OCW...along with FUCKING FANTASTIC. Belvedere clears his throat, prepping these fans for what’s next~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first…
~Maniac By Carpenter Brut hits as the light's start to move around the stadium, finally settling in a spot light on the ramp. Easton Alexander walks into the light looking straight into it, he removes his hood as sparks begin to fall behind him, deflecting off his shoulders~
Belvedere: From North bay Ontario Canada, He is The Canadian Dragon... EASTON ALEXANDER.
Jones: Easton’s OCW odyssey remains a twisted and unpredictable one. A few weeks back he defeated Sadie Ko. Since? He’s lost two straight.
Hood: Yea, but it’s not like he’s losing to Slutty McJizz or someone shitty. He lost to Crash and CJ.
Jones: True...but a win would be nice.
Hood: Yea, well no shit.
Belvedere: And, his opponent…
~The lights go down and "Wicked Ways" by Halestorm starts to play. The arena is filled with Red and lights and fog. The Silhouette of Alexandra can be seen at the top of the ramp. She poses on the top of the ramp and as the beat drops, she starts to make her way down the ramp, towards the ring. Stopping halfway down the ramp, she stops looking out over the crowd, before continuing on. She smirks seeing some of the signs people made, a cocky smirk crosses her face~
~Finishing her walk down the ramp, she climbs onto the ring apron and up onto the turnbuckle. She slips into the ring and poses on the ropes, leaning forward on the ropes, sometimes talking shit with people in front row as she waits for the bell. Belvedere exits and the bell sounds~
Jones: And here we go!! Alexandra Calaway, a founding member of Paramount taking on Easton Alexander!
Hood: Alexandra keeps winning, she’s gonna fuck around and find herself in title contention.
Jones: A win tonight would go a long way in placing her in position for a Craze or TransAtlantic Title shot.
~Calaway is immediately talking shit to Easton, who just kinda eyes her. Easton’s been through the wars...he’s suffered his fair share of losses. He’s not going to be shaken by some pre-match smack talk. Calaway approaches and she let’s Easton know who she is and why she’s important...Easton responds by pie facing Ally! The fans go ‘oooohhhh’! Ally’s eyes bulge, she becomes enraged, and she lunges at Easton with both hands, clawing and grabbing at his face. Easton immediately covers up, protecting his eyes to prevent hooking up with a brown bag special down the line. He backs into a corner due to Ally’s feral like attack. He manages to get his legs up and he kicks out, sending Ally flying! She hits the mat and rolls over backwards, coming to rest in a three point stance. She looks up and charges at Easton~
Jones: Alexandra Calaway wasting no time in letting Easton know that she should be taken very, very seriously.
Hood: Man, she just flipped the switch from confident to crazy.
Jones: I’d be careful throwing that word around, Hood. Ally is as much bite as she is bark.
~Ally charges at Easton but he gets his feet up and he kicks her in the face!!! Ally stumbles back, spinning around. Easton rushes up, grabbing her from behind and hooking her around the waist. He hoists her up and brings her down sharply with a high angled German Suplex!!! Ally lands right on her head and she rolls over, onto her front. Easton sits up and looks over at his opponent~
Jones: Tremendous suplex by Easton.
Hood: Yea, that impact looked nasty.
Jones: It certainly did. The type of impact that could linger with Alexandra throughout the duration of this match.
~Easton returns to his feet. He grabs Ally by the hair and pulls her up to her feet. He brings her in close, hugs her, and then slings her around and over, into the mat with a Belly to Belly Suplex!!! Ally hits hard, arching her back in pain. Easton pops back to his feet and he hits the ropes, comes off, and he hits Ally with a baseball slide, sending her body rolling across the mat, under the bottom rope and to the outside where she lands, hard. Easton returns to his feet, fired up...the fans firmly behind him~
Jones: So far Easton has been in total control of this match.
Hood: I know people mention his last two losses like it’s some kinda shitty back to back performance...but he faced Crash and CJ. Like...those are two insanely talented wrestlers.
Jones: Easton is learning, the hard way. But you learn to be the best by facing the best and Easton is evolving into one of the best wrestlers in OCW.
~The fans begin to boo as we see Ed Houston hustling to ringside to check on Ally. Easton points outside the ring while looking at Scruff...but, Scruff can’t do anything. Ed hasn’t broken any rules. Houston drops to one knee to check on Ally...she’s holding her neck, so Houston starts to massage it a bit. The fans boo EVEN LOUDER. Easton is like, ‘fuck this’. He pushes Scruff aside and hops through the ropes to the outside. He pulls Ed to his feet, and shoves him. Houston smirks before pointing at Easton. Easton steps up, getting into Houston’s face...only to suffer a LOW BLOW from behind by Ally! More booing!! Scruff yells from inside the ring...but, he doesn’t do much else. Houston grabs Easton and he tosses him back into the ring~
Jones: Well that sucks!
Hood: Hey, Easton stuck his nose in their business. He got what he deserved.
Jones: Only AFTER Ed barged down to ringside. This is Alexandra’s fight, not his!
Hood: Ed’s just looking out for Ally. He’s a hero, as far as I’m concerned.
~Ally slides back into the ring. Easton gets to his feet, bent over. Ally pops to hers and she SMACKS him in the head with a spin kick!!! He drops to one knee. Ally hits the ropes, she bounces off, she runs at Easton from behind, leaping up, grabbing him by the head and slamming him face first into the mat with a Bulldog!!! Easton is face down on the mat as Ally pops to her feet, fired up! The fans shower her with boos...while Ed claps and cheers from ringside~
Jones: Calaway with some momentum now that Easton is down!
Hood: Here we go! Paramount BAYBAY
Jones: Easton’s mission to destroy Paramount isn’t going so great at the moment.
Hood: Dude bit off more than he can chew and now he’s choking.
~The fans begin to cheer when they see Alexander fighting through the pain. The man just won’t quit!! He fights his way to his feet...Ally looks at him like, “Idiot.” She hits the ropes, bounces off and leaps forward with a V-Trigger!! SMACK!! It catches Easton right in the face, sending him falling backwards, onto the mat. Ally steps through the ropes, climbing the nearest corner. She looks down at Easton and leaps off with a Guillotine Leg Drop! BOOM! She connects!! She makes the cover, Scruff slides in with the count~
1!
2!
KICK OUT!!
Jones: Easton kicked out! He’s not finished yet!
Hood: Yea, well, he’s just about WELL DONE. Ally’s just gotta keep the heat up a little bit longer.
Jones: I don’t think she’ll have a problem doing that...if there’s one thing Ally doesn’t lack, it’s intensity.
~Ally rewards Easton’s determination with FURIOUS PUNCHES straight into his face while he remains on the mat. Ed slaps the apron, cheering her on. The fans continue to boo. After several punches, Ally looks at her red, irritated knuckles and decides its time to move on. She returns to her feet and places a heavy boot into Easton’s midsection, keeping the man subdued. She then grabs him by the head and pulls him to his feet...she boots him in the gut and brings him in for a Piledriver~
Jones: Split Legged Piledriver! Ally’s set up maneuver!
Hood: Drop him on his head! It won’t due any brain damage...considering he’s Canadian.
Jones: Canadian’s have brains!
Hood: Sure, if you wanna call it that.
~Ally has Easton in position...she tries to hoist him up. Houston cheers her on! She’s just about got him up...but Easton wiggles his legs...he shifts the momentum...he gets his feet back on the mat and he raises up, bringing Ally up off the mat before SLINGING her down into the canvas with an ALABAMA SLAM!!! Ally hits HARD!! She’s down! Easton drops to all fours before rolling onto his back...he’s down! Both wrestlers are down with the fans chanting “DRAGON! DRAGON!” Houston looks around, trying to get the crowd to shut up~
Jones: These fans are firmly behind Easton!
Hood: Sounds like they want more Game of Thrones. Chanting for a DRAGON
Jones: Easton’s the Dragon, Hood! Don’t you pay attention?
Hood: Not to Canadian people who think they are flying reptiles.
~Easton responds to the chants...he pushes himself back to one knee before reaching his feet. The fans go wild, rooting him on. Ally sees Ed championing her cause. This motivates her to get up. Easton sees Ally reaching her feet and he hits the ropes...he bounces off and charges at Ally with a BURNING LARIAT. Ally ducks!! Easton hits the ropes...he starts to bounce off, but Ed reaches in, grabbing his leg. The fans boo!! Easton stops and looks down at Ed~
Jones: Oh come on! Get him outta here!
Hood: Easton’s boots came unlaced! He’s trying to tie it back together so he doesn’t trip!
Jones: No he’s not!
~The fans BOOOOO!! Ed won’t let go of Easton’s leg. Easton’s trapped! The fans suddenly go wild when MARK STORM rushes down to the ring and he leaps on top of Ed with a Thesz Press, taking him down!!! “STORM! STORM! STORM!” He unloads on Ed with a flurry of lefts and rights. Easton looks down, shocked~
Jones: It’s Mark Storm! He’s back!
Hood: Fuck’s sake! Shouldn’t there be thunder or some ominous WIND to alert us that he’s coming?
Jones: Who would have thought? Storm returning to potentially aid Easton Alexander!
~Easton’s dazed state gives way for Ally to sneak up and roll him into a pin!!! Scruff slides into count~
1!
2!
3
NO!!!
Jones: Easton kicked out!
Hood: Damnit!
~Easton rolls over the back of his head, getting to his feet quickly. Ally hurries, trying to get to hers, she stumbles forward and Easton CRACKS her in the head with a knee lift!!! Ally’s body leans into Easton...he knees her in the gut, brings her head down, underhooks her arms, lifts her up and drops her with Dragon Driver 98 (Double Underhook Piledriver)!!!! The ring shakes from impact!!! Ally is down! Easton makes the cover...Scruff slides in~
1!
2!
3!!!!!
~The bell rings~
Belvedere: Here is your winner...EASTON ALEXANDER!!!!!
Jones: Easton did it! He won the match!
Hood: Fuckin SHIT. Fuck you, Storm!
Jones: Storm merely evened the odds.
Hood: He fucked this all up. Ally had this match won and then Storm runs round and just gets all stormy and well...FUCK
~Easton pops to his feet, thrilled to snatch the victory. He gets his arm raised. He looks down at Ally...she blinks and moves her fingers around...but it’s clear the German Suplex plus the Piledriver did some serious damage to her neck and spine. Storm hits the ring...he looks at Easton...Easton looks back at Storm...there’s a bit of tension~
Jones: Mark Storm was Easton’s first ‘feud’ when he joined OCW. Seems like so long ago.
Hood: Well, c’mon Storm. Beat Easton up!
Jones: Not tonight, Hood. Tonight Storm had his sights set on Alexandra, Ed, and Paramount.
~Easton exits the ring. Storm looks down at Ally...she continues to struggle with her movement. Houston suddenly hits the ring, he shoves Storm aside and drops to one knee to check on Ally. He reaches for her head but The Knife Man, who hits the ring, tells him not to touch her head or neck. Storm looks down and shakes his head, exiting through the ropes~
Jones: Alexandra is clearly having some issues with her neck and spine. Let’s hope it’s nothing serious.
Hood: Yea, that Piledriver...her arms were hooked, there was nothing to stop the impact.
~We get an instant reply of Easton hitting Dragon Driver 98. We see the top of Ally’s head sticking out from under Easton’s legs as it hits the mat in slow motion…her neck compresses and her entire body reverberates from the impact. The fans groan and turn away when they see the impact~
Jones: Yea, that doesn’t look good.
Hood: Could just be a stinger. Hopefully nothing serious.
Jones: As much as I dislike her methodology, I’m with you. Let’s hope this isn’t anything serious and we see Ally back in an OCW ring very, very soon.
CJ O’Donnell (9-2) vs. JAM G (4-0)
~And more in-ring action is on the horizon. The fans seem really eager for this one as the rising star...the jobber turned competitive wrestler, JAM G is tasked to tackle the biggest challenge in his career. Belvedere, inside the ring, clears his throat and goes to work (YIKES)~
Belvedere: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first…
~MF Doom - Bombs Thrown starts to play as the fans rise up and give a cheer for the #1 underdog in OCW, JAM G!! JAM G seems a little thrown by the cheers, but he refocuses and makes his way down the ramp. His eyes, visible through his mask, look mostly focused...maybe a little anxious. He reaches the ring, slides in and pops to his feet~
Belvedere: Standing 5’6 and weighing in at 155lbs...he is Just Another Masked Guy...JAM G!!!!
Jones: JAM G looking for a win that would propel him from the bottom of OCW to serious talk about a title shot.
Hood: Shut the fuck up. Seriously. We can’t have JAM G competing for titles.
Jones: Hey, if he earns it. Can’t stop him.
Hood: Let’s go CJ!
Belvedere: And, his opponent…
~"Kings Never Die" by Eminem hits as the crowd BOOOS!!!!! CJ emerges from behind the curtain and makes his way to the ring. A smirk across his face indicates what we already know to be true...guy couldn’t care less about these fans. He reaches the ring, hops onto the apron and enters, fired up and ready to fight~
Belvedere: From Boston, Massachusetts...standing 5’11 and weighing in at 178lbs...he is the founding member of Paramount...The Distinguished...CJ O’Donnell!!!
~CJ is ready. JAM G is, well, as ready as he’s gonna be. Belvedere exits and Scruff calls for the bell, it rings~
Jones: And here we go! CJ against JAM G!
Hood: I mean, this match can only go one way, right?
Jones: Yes, the way of the wrestler who earns the win.
Hood: Bullshit.
~CJ goes right after JAM G once he hears the bell. A Pavlovian Response….ATTACK! CJ pummels JAM G in the head with some right hands. JAM G’s hard mask absorb most of the blows...he winds up just looking up at CJ like ‘wtf’...so, CJ clinches his teeth and he slugs JAM G in the gut. He then pounds him on the back with some forearms sending JAM G to one knee before locking his head in a front face lock~
Jones: CJ is all over JAM G to start this match up.
Hood: Yea, JAM G pinned Zybala when he was teaming with CJ. CJ hates to lose.
Jones: It’s something he obviously hasn’t forgotten and is looking to avenge.
~CJ drags JAM G into the center of the ring. JAM G throws a few punches into CJ’s ribs, but they don’t do much. CJ responds with a knee into JAM G’s midsection, dropping him to both knees. CJ grabs JAM G’s arm, he hooks it, hoists him up and tosses him over with a Snap Suplex!!! JAM G lands hard on the mat, arching his back in pain. CJ spins around and crawls toward JAM G and he wraps his hands around G’s throat, choking him. Scruff administers a five count~
Jones: CJ remains crazed.
Hood: Yea, JAM G has been competing with Bob at his side for awhile...but tonight, he’s by himself and he’s facing one of the toughest wrestlers in the world.
Jones: A huge step up...not to mention, CJ is giving JAM G his full attention.
~Scruff hits five and tries to get CJ off of JAM G...but, CJ isn’t quick to let JAM G go, testing how far Scruff will let him go. Scruff tries to get CJ off of JAM G...CJ’s grip loosens as he deals with Scruff allowing JAM G to lunge up and smack CJ in the face with his mask!!! CJ gets to his feet, stumbling to his side, holding his nose. JAM G uses the ropes to stand, holding his throat. He looks at CJ and yells, charging at him, using his head as a battering ramp...but CJ ducks underneath him, hoists him up and tosses him over the top rope to the outside! JAM G lands hard...the fans boo as CJ holds his nose and looks at his hand...no blood. He scowls and heads outside, pissed off~
Jones: JAM G with the tiniest burst of offense...but CJ stopped it pretty quick.
Hood: Why is that mask legal? It’s a fuckin metal object.
Jones: You’d have to ask Welsh...or maybe Thad.
~CJ pulls JAM G to his feet and he slams him head first into the mat. It makes a funny noise, metal on apron. CJ looks at the mask after hearing the noise and curses, frustrated. He spins JAM G around and reaches for the mask, trying to remove it...but it’s on there tight. Metal doesn’t rip. Did they weld this thing to his skull? Frustrated, CJ just knees him in the gut and ships him into the metal post. His helmet PINGS off the post and JAM G stumbles to the side, shaking his head...his ears ringing, but his head fine. CJ then grabs him from behind for a German Suplex...CJ looks over his shoulder and finds the steps. The crowd rises~
Jones: A German Suplex onto the ring steps?
Hood: Oh fuck yes! Send JAM G back to where he belongs!
Jones: This could be ugly!
~JAM G raises up and the back of his mask/helmet hits CJ in the face!!! CJ stumbles back, dropping to one knee, holding his head. JAM G, free from CJ’s grasp turns and faces The Distiguished and he charges at him...he grabs him by the head and tries to DDT him to the ground...but CJ yells and rushes forward, bulling JAM G into the barricade!! JAM G’s back slams into the barricade. CJ raises up and he chops JAM G across the chest one, two, three, four times, leaving red, painful marks across his chest~
Jones: JAM G once again gets his momentum stymied by CJ.
Hood: Again, he’s boxing outside of his weight class. CJ is way too good for JAM G. He doesn’t have a chance.
Jones: Maybe so...but every boxer has a puncher’s chance. If JAM G can hit the right move...land the right punch, he could pull off the upset.
~CJ hears Scruff yell out “SEVEN!” OCW’s veteran referee doing his job, nearing the ten count. So, CJ grabs JAM G and slings him back into the ring. JAM G rolls toward the center of the ring, coming to rest on his back. CJ hops on the apron and he springboards off the top rope with a leg drop! He connects!! He quickly makes a cover...Scruff slides in with the count~
1!
2!
Kick Out!!
Jones: JAM G showing enough resiliency to kick out.
Hood: That’s more than I expected.
Jones: No doubt CJ is shocked he’s got to do more if he wants to keep JAM G down for the three count.
~CJ gets to his knees, frustrated he didn’t get the three. Instinctively, he goes to punch JAM G but sees the metal mask and shakes his head, more frustration mounting. So he punches JAM G in the gut, causing the masked guy to curl up and roll onto his side, in the fetal position. CJ stands and he kicks JAM G in the back, flipping him over onto his front. CJ then stands on JAM G’s back and he jumps up, driving both feet into JAM G’s spine. JAM G yells out in pain, kicking his legs~
Jones: JAM G being tortured by CJ right now.
Hood: Well, he should just tap out.
Jones: I can’t see him doing that, Hood. It might jeopardize BAM G’s chances at competing for the Tag Titles.
Hood: Oh, really? Then he should DEFINITELY tap out.
~CJ throws some kicks into JAM G’s body, sending him rolling under the ropes and onto the apron. CJ reaches through the ropes, pulling JAM G to his feet. He knees JAM G in the gut and hooks him for a suplex back into the ring...he hoists him up and over...but JAM G breaks free and lands on his feet behind CJ! CJ spins around and runs at JAM G, lifting a knee to hit him in the face out of instinct...but CJ’s knee meets metal!!! CJ yells, “FOOK!” as he limps backward, dropping to one knee. JAM G reaches out, he grabs CJ by the head and he drops him with a DDT!! The fans go wild~
Jones: JAM G has CJ down!
Hood: Are you fucking kidding me?
Jones: He’s got a chance!
~JAM G looks around like he isn’t sure what to do...the fans urge him to ATTACK. He gets to his feet, staring down at CJ. CJ rolls onto all fours, holding his head. He gets to one knee...the fans scream for JAM G to do something. JAM G finally hits the ropes, he bounces off...CJ gets to his feet and JAM G dives at him, ramming his head into CJ’s midsection. CJ falls to the mat, holding his abdomen in pain. The crowd continues to cheer~
Jones: He’s using his head!
Hood: AKA Cheating!
Jones: OCW approved the helmet...so it’s all fair game!
Hood: WEAK ASS BOOKING
~JAM G looks down at CJ. CJ, again, rolls over and struggles to get to all fours...JAM G falls down on him, slamming his head into CJ’s back!! CJ flattens out...JAM G, on his knees, continues to slam his head into CJ’s back over and over and over and over. CJ yells out in pain after the first few before going quiet and still. JAM G looks down, noticing that CJ has stopped moving or making any noise and he rolls him over for the pin. Scruff slides in with the count~
1!
2!
KICK OUT!
Jones: CJ kicks out! But, man, it was close.
Hood: Too fuckin close. C’mon, CJ! Put him down!
Jones: CJ is close to suffering the biggest upset of his career.
~JAM G doesn’t seem bothered by the near fall. He remains intense and focused on finishing CJ off. JAM G heads for the nearest corner...he climbs to the top and looks down at CJ. He takes in a deep breath. CJ is staring up at the lights. JAM G leaps off the top rope with a FLYING HEADBUTT!!!! He comes crashing down...but CJ moves!!!~
Jones: CJ moved!
Hood: Yes!
Jones: But, JAM G’s head is made of metal...in a way. So, that fall shouldn’t impair him too terribly.
~JAM G gets to his feet, a little shaken. CJ gets to his. CJ sees JAM G...he charges at him, he leaps up and delivers IRISH KNOWLEDGE into JAM G’s body!!! The blow knocks JAM G down, paralyzing him temporarily. CJ dives on top of him for the cover...Scruff slides in with the count~
1!
2!
3!!!!
~The bell rings~
Belvedere: Here is your winner...CJ O’DONNELL!!!!!
Jones: Damnit. CJ wins again.
Hood: Yes! My man! Said fuck the head and kneed that dude right in the body.
Jones: A nice adjustment, for sure. That’s why he’s one of the top wrestlers in the profession.
Hood: And, he got his revenge.
Jones: That he did. CJ now turns his sights toward the Prison Yard Match in two weeks. Meanwhile, JAM G fought valiantly proving that he’s more than just dead weight for Bob Grenier to carry as their team of BAM G continues to hope to receive a tag title shot.
~CJ O'Donnell is standing in the ring, catching his breath, and leaning on the ropes. JAM G rolls out of the ring and makes his exit from ringside. As he does, we see Houston and Calaway head ot the ring, Ally’s neck is in a brace. They reach ringside and motion toward CJ, eager to congratulate him and celebrate another Paramount victory. The crowd starts screaming as Lady Rage walks down the ramp, yelling at Ed Houston and Alexandra Calaway. The two start walking towards her while CJ laughs in the ring. Lady Rage is gesturing for them to come get her~
Hood: Oh no, we got trouble now Jonesy.
Jones: She’s by herself and Paramount will destroy her!
~As the two get closer to her, Lady Rage stops and then turns to the entrance way. A figure appears then walks towards the ring~
Hood: Oh shit! That’s Playboy G.
>{?
Jones: Security! Wait, who’s in the ring?
~Inside the ring, CJ is turned around by Killa Kali, who came from another part of the crowd, baseball bat in hand. CJ looks ready to fight but is immediately hit in the stomach by the bat. Outside the ring, Playboy G and Lady Rage are tussling with Ed Houston and Alexandra Calaway. Ed gets in front of Ally, protecting her injured neck. Inside the ring, Killa Kali grabs CJ and lifts him up and gets ready to slam him , but CJ breaks free. OCW officials rush into the ring to break them up. CJ wants no part of this and slides out~
Hood: it so strange to see CJ not retaliate and just head out like that.
Jones: Well it looks like Paramount is leaving.
CJ: YOU GUYS AREN'T WORTH MY FOOKING TIME!!
~CJ, on the outside, sides up with Ed as they stare down Lady Rage and Playboy G. It’s tense for a few moments before Ed motions back toward Calaway. CJ, knowing Ally’s injured, does the smart thing...he backs up with Ed, Ally behind them before it’s safe to turn and head backstage. Meanwhile Kali has an OCW official in the air and lifts him up and slams him down~
Hood: I remember that move, that’s the @ Extreme, a powerbomb GTS combo.
Jones: the official is busted wide open. Get help, call the cops.
~Playboy G grabs a fan from the audience and and rolls him into the ring. Killa Kali grabs him and Irish whips him off the rope and lands a devastating super kick, flipping him over and busting his nose. Killa Kali grabs him, locks arms with him, lifts him upside down and back to back and lands a back to back double underhook sit out piledriver, landing with a huge thud~
Hood: Oh my fucking god! Killa Kali is pulling out everything from his playbook.
Jones: What’s that called?
Hood: That’s the Cop Killa.
Jones: IS he dead?
Hood: I don’t know. He looks it though.
~Lady Rage grabs a cameraman and bangs his head off of the ring apron before rolling him into the ring, splitting his forehead open. Killa Kali grabs him by the hair, which is a crimson mess, and drags him to the corner. Climbing up to the top turnbuckle, he sets him up like it’s the Rock Bottom but does a huge back flip, a Spanish fly towards the ring. All the air is crushed out of his lifeless body. The crowd continues to boo~
Hood: The South Central Effect! The South Central Effect! You know, for a big guy he does have some skill Jonesey!
Jones: Hood, I think I’m going to be sick. Look at all that blood.
Hood: Killa Kali is gesturing for a mic.
Jones: No! He can’t have one.
Hood: You going to tell him no?
Jones: Good point. Here.
~Jones tosses a mic into the waiting hands of Killa Kali. Inside the ring, Playboy G and Lady Rage are leaning in the corners, obviously enjoying the carnage. The crowd boos and hisses at them as Killa Kali begins to speak~
Killa Kali: As you motherfuckers can see, Killa Kali does know how to perform a wrestling move. I do still have what it takes. I heard all the shit talking in the back, especially from these three bitches. People saying all I could do was punch people and use weapons. That all I could do was fight.
~Leaning down, Killa Kali, grabs the OCW official's head and continues to speak. Lady Rage and Playboy G clap as he screams into suit's face~
Killa Kali: OCW, look at me. LOOK AT ME! I did this. I came out here and left everyone laying in a pool of your own blood. Remember that. Remember forever the day you got PTSD. Because you will be traumatized, forever. This is just the beginning. Win or lose, people will bleed. People will end up in hospitals. Everyone in the back, every time you look in the mirror, it’s going to be my face staring back at you, saying I did this to you. PTSD is a killer.
~Dropping the mic, Killa Kali exits the ring with Playboy G and Lady Rage and starts walking to the back. The Knife Man rushes down to the ring with the EMTs to tend to the victims. The three people are lying in blood, unconscious. Trash and other objects fly at Killa Kali and his people as they leave the arena~
Jones: Why does Killa Kali always have an entourage?
Hood: Don’t you remember the contract he signed? It says he can do whatever he wants! I guess Lady Rage and Playboy G are his managers.
Hood: Can we still use that ring? I mean, that’s a lot of blood.
Jones: That’s what you see? Killa Kali, that thug, that monster, just attacked everyone in sight and left them bleeding. He needs to be arrested and kicked out of OCW.
~We cut backstage where Marcus Welsh is seen speaking with The Knife Man~
Marcus Welsh: I get that, Knifey. I really do. But I’ve got to get in there and speak with the Straders. It’s imperative that they come with me to Manhattan to meet with Thad.
The Knife Man: I’m sorry, sir. But I’m under the strictest of orders to not let anyone in there without their clearance and I’m, again, sorry to say that you are at the very, very bottom of the list of people they are interested in seeing.
Marcus Welsh: Don’t you think this is being a little ridiculous?
The Knife Man: They could say the same thing about what’s been going on in OCW over the past week.
~Welsh doesn’t look happy. He’s frustrated. He doesn’t want to return to Thad without fulfilling his end of the job~
Marcus Welsh: You do realize who you work for, right?
The Knife Man: The last check I received, sir had a Strader name on it.
~The official Thad era is barely underway. The pay period featuring DUKE instead of STRADER has yet to pass~
Marcus Welsh: Well, can you relay the info to them for me? Let them know it’s IMPERATIVE they come with me right now to Manhattan to meet with Thad. We can take separate rides there...they don’t have to be in the same car with me.
The Knife Man: I cannot.
Marcus Welsh: This is unbelievable.
The Knife Man: In fact, I have one additional piece of information to relay to you.
Marcus Welsh: Please. Don’t.
~Welsh lowers his head, placing his index and thumb on the bridge of his nose, wincing. A headache is coming on~
The Knife Man: Veronica Strader has withdrawn from the Prison Yard Match.
Marcus Welsh: What?
~Welsh says, his head down, eyes closed~
The Knife Man: Just passing it along, sir.
~Welsh raises his head, looking up into The Knife Man’s black eyes~
Marcus Welsh: She does realize the whole purpose of tonight’s main event was to act as a prelude to that match, right? So, what are the Strader’s going to do? Slowly fade out because they didn’t get what they want? Is this some kind of a fuckin joke?
~Knifey shrugs~
Marcus Welsh: Yea? Well fuck it. The steel cage gimmick is officially OUT for tonight’s match. It makes no fuckin sense at this point. Why have a steel cage match between two competitors who have ZERO history against each other unless it was to preview a big match coming up? Fuckin stupid.
~Welsh is clearly unhappy~
Marcus Welsh: You tell the Strader’s they are acting like babies. This is fuckin stupid and I don’t have the time to deal with melodramatic high school insecurities. Fuckin shit.
The Knife Man: I’ll relay the change in stipulation so Vee can appropriately prepare.
Marcus Welsh: Yea, you go and do that, Judas.
~Welsh says with extreme sarcasm. The Knife Man doesn’t take the bait. He turns to head into the Strader’s locker room, leaving Welsh behind~
Marcus Welsh: What have I done to deserve this? Now I’ve gotta go back to Manhattan empty handed.
~Welsh goes quiet for a second before yelling out~
Marcus Welsh: FUCK!!!
~An unnamed employee falls down, shocked by the outburst. Welsh power walks off screen knowing he’s got to head out ASAP if he’s going to make it back to Manhattan in time~
~We cut to Cheasy M who is NO LONGER in Key West. Instead he’s in some town called INTERCOURSE, Pennsylvania. He stands in the middle of a field as OCW trucks are scattered, the backs opened and beams of wood (HA HA WOOD IN INTERCOURSE) are being unloaded. Cheasy looks miserable, his face shiny from a good coat of sweat in this summer heat~
Cheasy M: Hello fans, Cheasy out here in the middle of the BFE to bring you this special report.
~Cheasy adjusts. There is no camera cut. So, he slowly turns back toward the camera, frowning~
Cheasy M: Right. Never complain about being in studio again. Anyway, as you can see I’m on location as OCW begins to build a brand new Amish Community right here in Intercourse, Pennsylvania.
~Cheasy looks over his shoulder...the sun hits him in the eyes. He turns around, wincing, reaching for some shades~
Cheasy M: As part of a ‘giving back’ project to help ease the environmentalists who are angry that we accidentally destroyed an entire island...OCW is expanding the Amish Community in Pennsylvania by buying this land and constructing a brand new community to house the overflow from surrounding communities.
~A bug flies into Cheasy’s face. He swats it away~
Cheasy M: Mother fucker! Anyway, like I was saying, we’re building an Amish Community for these good Amish folk. And, to christen the new community, on June 26th we will put on our monthly Pay Per View event called ‘Reformation’. The crowd will be made up of the Amish that will house and build and live within this new community.
~Cheasy nods~
Cheasy M: Should be very exciting. Anyway...that’s it for me. I’m going to head back into something with some A/C. Maybe I can get back to Key West sometime soon. Yes? Maybe? Alright, I’m out.
~We cut back to the Massacre broadcast~
~We open in the ring, Crash Rodriguez is seated with his feet propped up on his desk.He sports his trademark crooked smile, wearing his best suit, only slight cigarette burns and tears. He begins speaking into the microphone, but we only receive silence. He continues to speak, not realizing nobody can hear a word he says, before a song plays over the P.A. system, stealing Crash's attention~
~Louis Pohl emerges from backstage. The crowd begins to shake the arena with boos, throwing trash and insults at the former attorney. Lou keeps his pace to the ring, paying the mob after his head no mind at all. He climbs the stairs and ducks below the second rope, as those in attendance continue to voice their opinion, he pulls out another mic from his inner jacket pocket. Crash sports a puzzled look on his face, he taps on his mic, finally realizing his wasn't working. He laughs, as he stands from his desk and is handed the new functioning mic~
Crash: I SAID… Welcome to the newest edition of… THE CRASH REPORT!
~The crowd is torn with cheering and boos. Crash raises an eyebrow, taken aback by the jeers he's hearing. He side eyes Lou, who offers little more than a shrug in response~
Crash: OK, I get it. You guys don't like Lou. So let's just get it out of your system.
~The crowd erupts like that island, as batteries and garbage are thrown into the ring. Cups of beer, at least we hope it's beer, splatter over the former attorney. Those in attendance scream obscenities and death threats, before Crash speaks up again~
Crash: Yeah, fuck that guy!
~The crowd roars in agreement~
Crash: But wait… You guys… before we continue, maybe you all should thank this man.
~The crowd falls mostly silent, a few stray rumblings of confusion are all that's left~
Crash: See, that's the problem. You people bite the hand that feeds you. I've said it before, I'll say it again, you people are insatiable. You're all ungrateful. Without Lou, you wouldn't see me here. It wasn't too long ago that this roster was cut. That I was cut out, as if I'm some tumor in your Great Aunt Clara's left tit.
~Crash pauses, letting the point settle, as the crowd remains deathly silent~
Crash: Have nothing to say about that? Yeah, I didn’t think so. Everytime we are here, we give you everything we have. Sacrificing body, mind, and personal relationships to be here, to give you the best we have. Yet we’re not enough? You wanna treat this man like garbage, but he’s why I’m still here. Why I split Easton’s head open like a fucking banana. Why you’ll see this face at Reformation. This man’s why you have a Crash Report to enjoy tonight. So maybe show some fucking respect, stop walking all over him, and start sucking his fucking dick.
~The crowd sits silently for a second, before a lone fan begins to chant “Lou! Lou! Lou!” and soon the entire arena joins in, chanting for the Crooked Man’s representation. It goes on for a second, and Lou watches amazed at the unfamiliar sight. Sure, he’s seen them cheer, but always for Crash, never for him. A tear begins to build in his eye~
Crash: That’s more like i-
~Crash stops as the crowd continues to reign praise over the former attorney~
Crash: Ok you can stop n-
~Lou bows as the adoration pours in~
Crash: OK THAT’S ENOUGH! HE’S NOT THAT GREAT! I’M TRYING TO PUT ON A SHOW HERE FOR FUCK’S SAKE!
~The crowd goes still, careful not to upset the man further. Lou flashes Crash a look of apology, and Crash motions that he’s ok~
Crash: Let’s start from the top. WELCOME! To another episode of the most important in-ring talk show in OCW History… THE CRASH REPORT! So, without further ado, let’s bring out our guest. Now, you people, you may not recognize him, but I assure you, you know his family name. Bring him out!
~A dirty, disheveled man emerges on stage. His clothes are as filthy as his face, his hair may as well be a bird's nest, and we can tell by looking at him that he smells like the Cleveland River. He stumbles his way down the ramp and into the ring. He raises his arms soaking up the cheering arena. Yes, these fans are loving this strange homeless man, filling the building with an ovation unheard of since The Burning Skull. He makes his way over to the infamous, multi-color stained couch. He sits down, feeling at home on the disgusting sofa, as Lou crinkles his nose after getting a whiff of his stench~
Crash: Welcome to the Crash Report, my good man. I’m so happy you could make it. Now, why don’t you introduce yourself to these people.
~The bum nods his head as he’s handed a second microphone from Lou~
Bum: Oh, yeah I’m…
~The bum takes a second to look at his hand, as if reading something to remember~
Bum: Lonnie Strader… Yeah that’s me.
Crash: Wow, Lonnie Strader, the long lost Strader Clan member! We’ve all heard the rumors about you, but to think they were true.
Lonnie: Yes, the rumors are true, my family…
~Once again the bum looks at his hand before speaking~
Lonnie: Abandoned me. That’s why I am now a gross and disgusting…
~Lonnie Strader lifts his other hand now, reading off that one~
Lonnie: Homeless person.
~Lou tries to stifle a laugh, as Crash nods his head rather sympathetically~
Jones: I’m beginning to think this isn’t really a Strader.
Hood: Well, the homeless are known con artists. You ever watch where a homeless person goes when they leave that corner? I have followed him all the way to his 2020 Mercedes-Benz.
Jones: I don’t think that makes them all scammers.
Crash: That’s terrible, so what you’re telling me is you weren’t a gross and disgusting homeless person before?
Lonnie: No.
Crash: And it was the Straders who made you this gross and disgusting homeless person?
Lonnie: Yes. My family is evil. That’s why…
~The gross and disgusting homeless person pulls back a sleeve, revealing notes written in sharpie~
Lonnie: Louis Pohl’s Crispy Yell-
~Lou runs over the homeless man, and whispers into his ear. The man claiming to be Lonnie Strader speaks with Lou, as Lou starts pointing to his other arm. Lonnie pulls back that sleeve, and begins to read from there instead~
Lonnie: That’s why at Reformation, I will be praying for you to defeat my long lost, equally as homeless looking, family. Tanika is-
Crash: Tamika.
Lonnie: Oh, right… Tamika. Tamika is by far the worst of the group. The things she did to me still haunt my mind.
Crash: That’s heartbreaking. You know, I got a funny story. Me and Lou were just big chilling, walking around backstage. When we overheard somebody crying. Now, when I say crying, I mean it sounded like their brand new puppy just got it’s head stomped in right in front of them. So, being the caring and helpful guys we are, we went to investigate. As we neared Welsh’s office the sobbing grew more pained, and we could see the tears flood out from under his door. At first, we thought it was Welsh, I mean, wouldn’t be the first time the man wallowed in his office like a pubescent girl.
Lou: Yeah, he was crying on that plane.
Crash: Right! He was crying on that plane. So, yes, we assumed it was Marcus, doing his usual. Then as we got closer, Lou turned to me, and what he said, I didn’t even believe at first. He said,
Lou: That’s not Welsh… That’s Tamika.
Crash: I didn’t believe him, after all, I mean it’s Lou, but then I listened for a second… And he was right, but here’s the kicker. She was crying because she was scared.
Lonnie: Yeah, us Straders are cowards. We talk a big talk, but we just scared little babies.
Crash: Yeah, but I can’t blame her. She definitely has a right to be shaking in her boots. First her sister has cancer, and now her own life is gonna be cut short. You see, she wanted to give up the belt. Vacate the Craze Championship.
Lonnie: Oh yeah, sounds like us Straders.
Lou: But kid, can you blame her?
Crash: That’s is an excellent point Lou. I suppose, if I was Tamika Strader… Well first things first, I’d take a shower, I mean I can smell her 70s bush from here. Fuck.
Lonnie: Us Straders are notorious for not bathing.
Crash: But I suppose after I cleaned up a bit, yeah, I would also wanna vacate. You see, she knows exactly what she’s going into. She’s seeing the man who will rip that title from her, and send her out of here in a stretcher. 1… 2… 3… That’s not the ref’s count Tamika, that’s the number of time I’m going to drop you on your neck with The Crash Landing. I’m not just taking your title, I’m taking your spine, one vertebrae at a time.
Lonnie: Please Crash, do this poor soul a favor and beat my sister at…
~Lonnie takes a quick glance at his arm again, forgetting his lines~
Lonnie: Louis Pohl’s Crispy Yellow Must-
~Crash stands up and wraps his hand around the man’s throat~
Crash: At Reformation… Learn your fucking lines, you’ve ruined my entire show. You must really be a Strader. Come out here, waste all of our time, and act like you’re so fucking cute while you do it.
~Lonnie panics, we can hear him try and calm down the Crooked Man, but it seems Crash wants no part of it~
Crash: You know what…
~Crash lets go off the man, pushing him backwards onto the couch~
Crash: I think these people deserve a sneak peak of what I’m going to do to your sister.
Lonnie: Hey man, come on, this wasn’t part of our dea-
~Crash kicks the man in the stomach, sending him onto his hands and knees. The Crooked Man begins putting the boots to him, when suddenly “Do You Wanna Touch Me (Oh Yeah)” by Joan Jett and the Blackhearts, begins to blast through the arena. Tamika Strader wastes no time as she rushes into the ring, sliding under the bottom rope only to be met by Crash’s boot. She tries to stand to her feet, but is met with a kick to her ribs as Lonnie joins in the assault~
Jones: This is absolutely despicable. It was a set up.
Hood: I told you never trust a homeless man.
~The pair of ‘Lonnie Strader’ and Crash Rodriguez continue to stomp out Tamika as she struggles to get up, while Lou reemerges in the ring with a chair handing it to the Crooked Man. As Lou and Lonnie hold Tamika up, Crash brings the chair down on her head, leaving her on the ground. Crash crouches over her, as Lou hands him a mic~
Crash: Strader Strong, huh?
~Crash throws the mic aside, as “No Love” by The Death Grips begins to swallow the arena. He watches her as she slowly starts to stir awake, before he makes his exit with Lou and Lonnie~
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~The scene cuts to the back to a private dressing room with Amick Dogeron sitting in a chair with his phone up to his ear.~
Amick: Yeah Mike…of course. That makes perfect sense. Thanks for taking the time to talk to me, it’s good to actually have a friend around here.
~A small knock rattles the door as Sarah, Amick’s newly revealed daughter, walks in.~
Amick: I gotta go, my daughter just walked in. I’ll talk to you later Mike. Get well soon.
~Amick hangs up and turns toward his daughter.~
Amick: Hey Sar Bear…
Sarah: Dad, are you ok? I was out in the crowd watching what that guy tried to do to you.
Amick: I’m fine. It’s all part of wrestling. It wasn’t the first time I’ve been jumped and it likely won’t be the last. Guys like JPD are a dime a dozen. He’s tasted a little success in a lesser company and now thinks he can come here and make a name for himself at my expense.
Sarah: I just don’t understand how you can do this. Especially after what you’ve gone through. And why are you hiding behind that mask?
Amick: Sarah, I’ve been Amick for so long I don’t even know who I am anymore.
Sarah: You’re my dad. You’re the guy who’s taken care of me and been there for me since…
Amick: I know hon. I just wish I would have been there from the beginning. I missed so much of your childhood.
Sarah: You didn’t know about me, and ever since you found out you’ve been my rock.
~Sarah fights back tears as she rushed forward to hug her father. Amick squeezes her tight and closed his eyes, holding on for an extra few seconds. The sweet moment between father and daughter is interrupted as the door is flung open by Cheasy M.~
Cheasy M: Oh, uh…sorry. I thought this was the bathroom but it is CLEARLY not the bathroom.
~Cheasy’s demeanor shifts as he focuses all his charm on the lovely daughter of Amick Dogeron.~
Cheasy M: Hello there, the name’s Cheasy M…but you probably already knew that. I’m pretty famous.
~Sarah looks at him disgustedly and rolls her eyes.~
Sarah: Yeah, you’re right, I do recognize you. Aren’t you the guy from those syphilis ads on the subway?
~Amick chuckles as Cheasy M gets flustered.~
Cheasy M: I, uh, I don’t know what you’re talking about. But I assure you I’ve never had, well…never been diagnosed with syphilis. That one time was a false alarm.
~Sarah and Amick share a look of both amazement and wonder at Cheasy M’s confession.~
Cheasy M: Right, well the reason I’m here is to get your thoughts on what just happened earlier this evening.
Amick: I thought you were looking for the bathroom.
Cheasy M: Only because that’s where I thought you were. So what about it? Thoughts? Looked like you and Dylan Thomas were getting pretty buddy/buddy out there.
Amick: You want some comments, well here you go. Dylan Thomas came to the ring and gave me some respect, so I returned it. No one deserves to be attacked from behind, and that curb stomp was pretty vicious. So yeah, I came back to check on him. That’s what decent humans do. Beyond that there’s no relationship there to speculate on. He’s the champ, he’s got what I want, and I plan on taking it from him at Redemption.
Cheasy M: And what about JPD? Surely you have some thoughts on what he did to you.
Amick: Thoughts? Oh, I have more than thoughts as it relates to JPD. But this is neither the time nor place.
~Amick turns away from Cheasy and looks directly into the camera.~
Amick: Jace Parker Davidson…I may not be booked for next week’s Massacre, but you can be darn sure I’ll be there to deliver my… “thoughts”… in person.
BRIM (18-5) vs. Veronica Strader (14-2)
~~ The OCWTron goes blank and the lights drop in the arena. There’s a confusion amongst the OCW Faitful as “Resist and Disorder” by REZODRONE begins to play. The lights begin to flicker purple, pink and silver when the beat gets harder. ~
Belvedere: Introducing first…
//I am the man who holds the keys
~ As the drums pick up the name Veronica Strader in large font starts to flash in pink and purple, with shots of her holding up the TransAtlantic title getting a definite happy reaction from the crowd. ~
Belvedere: Weighing in at One Hundred and Forty-Five pounds…
//Weight of the world, the price of a fighter
~Vee steps out on stage, walking to the edge of the stage to the right looking out at the OCW Faithful, half booing but half cheering. She walks to the other side doing the same thing before returning to the centre where the ramp begins.~
Belvedere: Hailing from Key West, Florida by way of London, Ontario Canada…
~The former TransAtlantic Champion begins her descent towards the ring.~
//Nowhere to run, it's all undone
~She does a quick step up the steel steps and wipes her boots on the apron before stepping through the second and top rope like a normal human being.~
Belvedere: SHE IS THE TRUE QUEEN OF OCW…
~Strader stands centre of the ring, holding her championship high!~
Belvedere: VERONICA STRADERRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
~She sneers as she awaits her opponent.~
Belvedere: And, her opponent…
~“Killjill” by Big Boi ft. Killer Mike and Young Jeezy hits! Former Savage Champion, BRIM makes his way down to the ring. He hustles up the ring steps and enters through the ropes~
Belvedere: From Baltimore, Maryland...standing 6’3 and weighing in at 385lbs...he is a former Savage Champion...he is...BRIM!!!!
~Belvedere exits. The bell sounds~
Jones: And here we go!! Last minute change to this match...it was supposed to be a cage match but I’m told Marcus Welsh removed the stipulation.
Hood: We run out of metal for a cage or something?
Jones: No. I’m just told that since Veronica pulled herself from the Prison Yard match the cage stip made no sense.
Hood: Well, that’s the truth.
~A very angry Strader wastes no time in rush at BRIM, leaping in the air and hitting him with a flying forearm! BRIM stumbles into the corner. Veronica hits him with punch after punch after punch, battering his head, hoping to knock him out. BRIM’s taken back by the instant flurry of offense...once he regathers his wits, he reaches out, grabbing Veronica and instantly switching positions, throwing her into the corner. He rears back with a right hand and tosses a haymaker...but Vee ducks and takes off across the ring. BRIM is surprised. He turns around, trying to find her...she hits the ropes, she comes off and leaps into the air with a crossbody! But BRIM catches her!!! He then jumps forward and slams her into the mat!!! The entire ring shakes from impact...the fans wince and shake their heads. THAT’S GOTTA HURT~
Jones: Ouch. Veronica came out on fire...a fire BRIM instantly extinguished.
Hood: Yea, I’m not sure how someone Veronica’s size hopes to compete against BRIM. But, we’ve seen stranger.
Jones: Ehud.
Hood: Yes, Ehud.
~BRIM gets to his knees and he puts a few well placed fists into Veronica’s forehead. The back of her head rattles against the mat, causing her head to swim. BRIM returns to his feet, pulling Veronica along for the ride...he whips her into a corner. Strader hits HARD. She leans forward, arms draped over the top rope. BRIM charges in and leaps into the air for a splash...but Vee ducks and rolls out of the way!!! BRIM’s body SLAMS into the corner and he stumbles backward. Vee rolls him up!! Scruff slides in for the count~
1!
2!
HUGE KICK OUT
Jones: Wow! He nearly sent Vee flying out of the ring!
Hood: If we had a cage, she would have hit the side of it!
Jones: Yes, no cage for tonight. That cage is reserved for competitors who want to participate in the Prison Yard Match.
Hood: Rightfully so.
~BRIM’s kickout sends Vee flying through the ropes and onto the apron. She struggles, hurrying to her feet. BRIM gets to his, looking pissed off. Vee jumps up and springboards off the top rope...but BRIM catches her in the Powerbomb position!! He marches toward the ropes, looking to powerbomb her over the top rope and to the floor, but Vee wraps her legs around his head and she bends down, trying to pull him over the top rope...BRIM holds on, his head in a vice tight grip, oxygen being deprived from his lungs. Vee pulls and tightens the muscles in her legs, keeping that grip air tight~
Jones: She may not get him over the top rope...but she could certainly choke him unconscious in the process!
Hood: Fuckin women and their legs. They got arms like noodes and legs like pythons.
Jones: Not all women have skinny arms.
Hood: What kinda women have you been hanging out with?
~BRIM’s breathing heavily. Vee’s focus is more toward choking him out than pulling him out of the ring. BRIM, perhaps close to passing out, yells out and fires up, he pulls Vee up over the ropes, he spins around and he SLAMS her into the mat with a sitout powerbomb!!! BRIM falls back, gasping for air, his face covered in sweat. Vee remains down, wincing in pain from the impact~
Jones: Tremendous strength by BRIM to power his way out of that.
Hood: No shit.
Jones: But he’s still a little worse for wear...as is Veronica.
~Vee rolls away, holding her back. She gets to her feet in a corner and locates BRIM, who is on all fours, his sides expanding with each breath he takes. Strader charges in and she throws a soccer style kick at BRIM’s head. But BRIM moves!!! Strader runs into the ropes. She stops, grabbing onto them. BRIM pops to his feet...Veronica turns around and BRIM barrels into her with a clothesline!!! Strader flips over the top rope and she lands on her feet outside, stumbling dangerously and wrecking into the barricade!! The fans cheer the action as it spills to the outside. BRIM steps through the ropes and he takes a seat on the apron, continuing to catch his breath~
Jones: BRIM is so quick. He can flip a match around in a second.
Hood: Yep, Veronica thought she had an easy kick to the head and BOOM...BRIM was back on the offensive.
Jones: Yep, it’s what makes him one of the most dangerous wrestlers in the world.
~BRIM hops off the apron and he charges forward at Veronica with a HUGE boot! It smacks her right in the face, sending Strader over the barricade and into the fans!! The fans all back way, giving her space. BRIM steps over the barricade and into the crowd. He snags a bag of popcorn from a fan and he slams it into Veronica’s head, the popcorn flying everywhere. Dude is like, “BRO THAT COST ME FIFTEEN BUCKS!” BRIM scowls at him...he turns and runs away. BRIM then picks Veronica back up and hoist her over his shoulder...he drops her across the barricade with SNAKE EYES!!! She stumbles backward and BRIM throws a superkick into the back of her head, sending her flying forward, over the barricade and back into ringside. BRIM then hops back over the barricade, leaving the fans~
Jones: Fans getting some up close and personal action there.
Hood: Man, not only did that dude just lose like twenty bucks worth of popcorn. That popcorn is SO delicious. I’m gonna go get some.
Jones: You stay where you’re at and finish calling this match!
Hood: Ugh. But there’s no steel cage!
Jones: BRIM in total control right now.
Hood: Yea, big usually fucks small and right now we are witnessing a fuckening.
Jones: Strader’s got to get some momentum going and fast or this one will be over.
~BRIM rolls Strader over and he bends down to pick her up...but Strader reaches up and gets a thumb into BRIM’s eye!!! BRIM is stunned! Strader rolls him over with a small package...Scruff slides in with the count~
1!
2!
3!!!!
~The bell rings~
Belvedere: Here is your winner...VERONICA STRADER!!!!!
Jones: Wow! Out of nowhere!
Hood: Damn. That seemed kinda abrupt.
Jones: A stressful week for Strader, one that some speculate forced her out of the Prison Yard Match...but it ends with a nice rebound victory against BRIM.
Hood: Yea, and now we won’t see her wrestle for a few weeks. WEAK ASS BOOKING
Jones: Hey, we can only book what we have, Hood. It’s up to the wrestlers to make their own paths. BRIM, meanwhile, will put his money where his mouth is and he will compete in the Prison Yard Match at Reformation.
Hood: This loss means nothing if he gets that win in two weeks.
Jones: Absolutely.
I sow the seeds, and I've got what you need
I live in fire,I am discord
I destroy, I am a demon\\
Where I decide you'll make your stand
Rise up! Resist and disorder
Rise up! Resist and disorder\\
Everything burns, everything burns
I'll watch you fall down, I'll drag you face down
Everything burns, everything burns\\
~Dylan Thomas is in the back with The Knife Man, getting his neck checked out~
Dylan: Ugh. Are you sure it’s alright?
Knife Man: Roll it around again.
~Dylan rolls his neck and Knifey is satisfied that Dylan is OK with a nod. Suddenly Lissandra comes into view~
Lissandra: Hey.
Dylan: Hey, babe.
~The two kiss~
Lissandra: How are you feeling?
Dylan: Better than JPD is going to feel when I get a hold of him that’s for sure. Come on, let’s get out of here.
~Dylan hops off the bed walking off camera with the Thomas’s holding each other’s waists. Dylan shouts back~
Dylan: Thanks, Knifey!
~The screen fades out~
~Back in the office of Thaddeus Duke, he continues to analyze the reports on last weeks Massacre broadcast. Despite what one dumbass thinks, Thad has an analytical mind and is extremely thorough in his due diligence. Welsh knocks on his door and Thad doesn’t look up.
THAD: Sit down, Marcus.
~Welsh takes his seat, looking visibly uncomfortable.
THAD: How are we doing on the unity front?
WELSH: Slowly, but it’ll get there.
THAD: Look at this and tell me what you see.
~Thad spins a page around and Welsh looks it over.
WELSH: It always looks like that. Ebbs and flows of a Monday Night broadcast.
THAD: There shouldn’t be dips that great during matches. I know how to fix it, but some people might not like it.
WELSH: But it always…
THAD: I heard you the first time. Fact is, there’s just too much coddling going on. No one is tuning in to see enhancement talents face big name competitors. The viewership declines any time there’s enhancements on television and I don’t blame them for tuning out. I understand the need for a few and we have a roster of about 20 or so. Cut it by 75%.
WELSH: But the roster, they’ll…
THAD: Competition is what drives ratings. In turn, it drives sponsorship. That puts more cash flow into the company and as such, that’s more money for all of us. Trim the enhancements by 75% by the end of the month and reward the roster with a 10% pay increase across the board.
Less enhancements, more competitive matches. Competition is what makes athletes better at what they do. Maybe they won’t like it at first, but if they’re getting better and better every week because they’re in a competitive environment rather than facing bullshit that doesn’t drive them to excel, then we’re just wasting everyone's time. Theirs, mine, yours, all of us.
WELSH: Consider it done.
THAD: Now, where are the Strader’s?
~Welsh doesn’t answer. Instead, he shifts uncomfortably in his seat.
THAD: So you’ve accomplished exactly nothing?
WELSH: They’re not willing to meet you Thad. They’re upset with the way this all went down and…
THAD: I don’t care. They can play hardball, but so can I.
~Thad pushes the intercom button from his office phone.
THAD: Brandon, connect me with the Finance Department.
~After a few clicks, a woman answers on the other end.
WOMAN: Finance.
THAD: Yeah, it’s me.
I need you to freeze all Strader assets relating to OCW. Incoming and outgoing.
WOMAN: Yes sir.
THAD: Thanks Laurie.
~He ends the call and looks across at a sweating Marcus Welsh.
THAD: They’ve been painting me as the villain for a long time. Now they have valid reason.
WELSH: You’d do that when Meghan is…
THAD: They got plenty of money.
WELSH: You literally can’t force them to work for free. There are labor laws that prevent it.
THAD: Not taking salary is already part of their contract. They chose it, now I’m enforcing it.
WELSH: So you’ll freeze them out in order to get them to the table?
THAD: I have a lot of ways of getting what I want Marcus. You should know that very well.
~Fade Out~